Luyện nghe bài hát A Token of My Extreme

Frank (lead guitar, vocals)
Warren (rhythm guitar, vocals)
walley (slide guitar, vocals)
Ike (lead vocals)
Peter (keyboards)
barrow (bass, vocals)
Ed (percussion)
colaiuta (drums)

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

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

you be tarot-fied
It's just a
Of my
Don't you be
It's a token
Of my

Don't you try to
Look my eyes
You don't know
they have seen
Don't you try to
Look my eyes
You don't wanna
What they seen

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

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

Oh oh oh
Mystical
is my problem,
me
Can you

L. ron
Well, you nothing
To fear, my son!
You are a
fetishist,
It to me!

That all very,
Very
I never
A
Or a t.v.

L. ron
A appliance

Is a who
Refuses to
To his or
sexual
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
Appliance to you
have to
Go in
'n' get you one

Well...that
enough...

L. ron
Yes, but if you a
Really one,
You'll have to a
language...

German, for

L. ron
right...
A lot of cute
Ones come
there!
(fifty bucks, please)
And a cheerful of
Appliantologists
Into the wearing
foil lab smocks,
Lock in a circle
Around joe, sure
He in full, all the
While singing 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 can it mean?

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

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