Luyện nghe bài hát Dong Work for Yuda

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

Central
Hello there...this is the central scrutinizer... joe was sent to a special prison where they keep all the criminals from the music business...you know...the ones who get caught...it's a ho
E place, painted all green on the inside, where musicians and former executives take turns detergent and plooking each other...

(as the central scrutinizer chuckles to himself for a moment, father riley, who became jones, steps into view in his new identity: father riley b. jones, prison chaplain, who, in a rather
-handed piece of imagery, is now entrusted with the job of singing this song as he assists the captured executives in their quest for new meat to plook, and, having found these victims for
Rinces of the industry, trades them little of sanctified lubricant jelly for cigarettes and candy bars while he holds them down so the execs won't have to work too hard when they stick it

...anyway, listen, while he's in there he meets guy who used to be a promo man for a major record company, named bald-headed john... king of the plookers...

riley b. jones:
This is the story
john

Former
Dong for yuda,
Dong,

Father b. jones:
He a lot 'n' it's
wrong

Former
Dong for yuda,
Dong,

riley b. jones:
He said
Was wong,
'n wong was
'n dong for
Yuda,
'n john was

execs:
Sorry
better
Try it
work for yuda
Dong,
john
Sorry
Try it
He dong
Was
And was kong
And was gong
'n was wrong

riley b. jones:
John's got a
Yeh man
got a sausage
Yeh man
John's got a
make you fart
John's got a
break
Your
you fart
And break your
Don't over
If you are
He took a walk
To the weenie
got a sausage
Yeh man
A big weenie
In his hands
John's got a
Yeh man
He on the end
'til the mustard
He said, "ya'll
'cause you
get hurt"

Former
Sorry
better
Try it
got a sausage
Yeh man

Sorry
Sorry
Try it
He said
Was
Wong was
Kong was
'n was wrong

john
Sorry
Try it

Bald-headed
way for the
Iron

Former
john
Sorry
Try it

Bald-headed
I need a dozen
So the boys can
A

execs:
Sorry
better
Try it

Bald-headed
Bartender, me
A and milk

Former
john
Sorry
Try it

Bald-headed
Well, on thought,
that a water...
Hto

Former
john
Sorry
Try it

Bald-headed
Falcum...
me to the falcum!

Former
john
Sorry
Try it

john:
I my bags
Did you your'n

execs:
Sorry
Sorry
Try it

john:
Well how
Did wave?

execs:
Sorry
better
Try it

Bald-headed
Ah'm two
Kilometers

execs:
Sorry
better
Try it

Bald-headed
This girl be
richcraft

Former
john
Sorry
Try it

Bald-headed
Don't worry
The
I'll take of
The

execs:
Sorry
better
Try it

Try it again,
Try it
Try, try, try again...
Etc., etc., etc.

Bald-headed
pomona is
extinct...
Yeah, I with
The of tokyo
'n with the
kato...
My body
Uh
I just the way
These
Talks!
Driver, mcdoodle...



That looks like
that freckles
out
a mumfth...