Luyện nghe bài hát Motorpsycho Nightmare

I on a farmhouse
Lookin' for a to stay
I was mighty, mighty
I had a long, long way
I said, "Hey, hey, in
Is there home?"
I was on the steps
most alone
Well, out a farmer
He must thought that I was nuts
He immediately at me
And a gun into my guts

I down
To my knees
Saying, "I dig
shoot me, please!"
He his rifle
And to shout
"Are you that travelin'
That I heard about?"
I said, "No! No! No!
I'm a doctor and true
I'm a kid
And I to college, too"

Then in comes his
name was Rita.
She looked like she out of
La Dolce
I immediately to cool it
her dad
And him what a
Nice, pretty he had
He said, "What do
Know about farms, tell?"
I said, "I was
At the bottom of a well"

Well, by the dirt 'neath my
I he knew I wouldn't lie
He said "I guess tired"
He said it sly
I said, "Yes, ten thousand
I drove"
He said, "I got a bed for you
Underneath the
Just one
And you go to right now
That you touch my daughter
And in the morning, the cow"

I was sleepin' a rat
When I heard something
stood Rita
Lookin' just like Perkins
She said, "Would you like to a shower?
show you up to the door"
I said, "Oh, no! no!
I've been this movie before"
I knew I had to
But I didn't how
she said,
"Would you to take that shower, now?"

Well, I leave
the old man chased me out
'Cause I'd already
That I'd his cows
I had to say
To strike him very
So I
"I like Fidel and his beard"
Rita looked
But she got out of the way
As he came charging the stairs
Sayin', "What's I heard you say?"

I said, "I like Castro
I think you me right"
And I as he swung
At me with all his
Rita something
her mother on the hill
As his had hit the icebox
He said he's to kill
Me if I get out the door
In two flat
"You
Rotten doctor rat"

Well, he threw a Digest
At my and I did run
I did a
As I him get his gun
And crashed through the
At a hundred miles an
And landed fully
In his flowers
said, "Come back!"
And he to load
The sun was up
And I was down the road

Well, I don't figure be back
for a spell
Even though moved away
And got a job in a
He still for me
Constant, on the sly
He wants to me in
To the F.B.I.
Me, I and stomping
as I romp
Without of speech
I be in the swamp