Luyện nghe bài hát Motorpsycho Nightmare

I on a farmhouse
for a place to stay
I was mighty, tired
I had a long, long way
I said, "Hey, hey, in
Is anybody home?"
I was standin' on the
Feelin' alone
Well, out comes a
He must have that I was nuts
He looked at me
And stuck a gun into my

I down
To my knees
Saying, "I dig
Don't me, please!"
He his rifle
And to shout
"Are you that salesman
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 she stepped out of
La Dolce
I immediately tried to it
her dad
And him what a
Nice, farm he had
He said, "What do
about farms, pray tell?"
I said, "I was
At the bottom of a well"

Well, by the dirt my nails
I guess he knew I lie
He said "I guess tired"
He it kinda sly
I said, "Yes, ten miles
I drove"
He said, "I got a bed for you
the stove
Just one
And you go to sleep now
That you touch my daughter
And in the morning, the cow"

I was like a rat
When I heard jerkin'
stood Rita
Lookin' just Tony Perkins
She said, "Would you to take a shower?
show you up to the door"
I said, "Oh, no! no!
I've been through this before"
I knew I had to
But I didn't how
she said,
"Would you like to take 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 weird
So I
"I like Castro and his beard"
Rita offended
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 you heard me right"
And I ducked as he
At me with all his
Rita something
her mother on the hill
As his had hit the icebox
He said he's going to
Me if I don't get out the
In two flat
"You
doctor Commie rat"

Well, he threw a Reader's
At my and I did run
I did a
As I him get his gun
And crashed the window
At a hundred an hour
And landed blast
In his garden
said, "Come back!"
And he to load
The sun was up
And I was runnin' the road

Well, I don't figure I'll be
for a spell
Even Rita moved away
And got a job in a
He waits for me
Constant, on the sly
He wants to me in
To the F.B.I.
Me, I romp and
as I romp
Without freedom of
I might be in the