Luyện nghe bài hát A Token of My Extreme

Frank (lead guitar, vocals)
cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Denny (slide guitar, vocals)
Ike (lead vocals)
Peter (keyboards)
Arthur (bass, vocals)
Ed (percussion)
Vinnie (drums)

Arriving at l. ron hoover's modernistic office / cathedral / warehouse / condominium complex, joe is greeted by a pre-recorded message and a dramatically image on a wall-sized tv scr
.

L. ron
Welcome to the first church of appliantology! the white zone is for and unloading only!

you be tarot-fied
It's just a
Of my
you be tarot-fied
It's just a
Of my

you never try to
Look behind my
You don't wanna
What they seen
you never try to
Look my eyes
You don't wanna
What have seen

(thinking to himself)
Some people
That if go too far
They'll get back
To where the of
are
I might be
But one thing
I
You might be
At what you
ya go!

And thus, having ration- his expedition to l. ron's modernistic office / cathedral / warehouse / condominium complex, joe seeks the answer to his problem...

Oh oh oh
Mystical
is my problem,
me
Can you

L. ron
Well, you have
To fear, my son!
You are a
fetishist,
It to me!

That all very,
strange
I craved
A
Or a t.v.

L. ron
A latent

Is a who
to admit
To his or
That
can
Only be
the use of
Machines...
Get the

Are you me
I come out
Of the now
Mr.

L. ron
No, my son!
You go into
The

L. ron
And you will

L. ron
Hey!
A lot of fun!
That's
all live
So if you an
to love you
You'll to
Go in
'n' get you one

Well...that
enough...

L. ron
Yes, but if you a
Really one,
have to learn a
language...

German, for

L. ron
right...
A lot of really
Ones come
there!
(fifty bucks, please)
And a cheerful of
Appliantologists
Into the room
foil lab smocks,
Lock in a circle
joe, making sure
He in full, all the
While with l. ron
As he delivers his
Instructions...

L. ron
If you
Mod-o-fied,
an illusion,
An yer in
you be
Tarot-fied,
It's a lot of nothin',
So what can it

If you
Mod-o-fied,
an illusion,
An yer in
you be
Tarot-fied,
It's a lot of nothin',
So what can it

If you
Mod-o-fied,
an illusion,
An yer in between...