Luyện nghe bài hát Dumb All Over

Frank (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Bob (boy soprano, trumpet)
vai (guitar)
Tommy (keyboards)
barrow (bass)
Ed (percussion)
ocker (clarinet, bass clarinet)
Motorhead (tenor saxophone, vocals)
walley (slide guitar, vocals)
David (drums)
Craig (harmonica)
Jimmy black (vocals)
Ahmet (vocals)
Moon (vocals)

we are
Wherever we're
We noticed by now
Our behavior is
And if our
to improve
It's gonna a lot more
tryin' to remove
The race
Or the whatever
From the
Of the altogether

call it the earth
Which is a dumb kinda
But named it right
we behave the same...
We are all over
all over,
Yes we are
all over,
'n far
all over,
Black 'n
People, we is not tight

Nurds on the
on the right
Religous
On the air night
the bible
Tells the
the details
Sound real
'bout to do
If the over there
believe in the book
We got over

You run a race
Without no
'n soon
There be no street
For to jog on
Or to dog on
Religous
Can it be all gone
(I it won't blow up
'n
It'll just ugly
For a years...)

You run a country
By a of religion
Not by a
Or a or a smidgeon
Of foolish
Of ancient
to make
You all feel
you fold, spindle
And
Those
a neighboring state

To arms! to arms!
Hooray! that's
Two legs bad
there's a crate
They ship the
To in
For two ears (get down!)
Not his, not hers, (but the hey? )
The book says:
("it gotta be way!")
But book says:
"revenge the crusades...
whips 'n chains
'n grenades..."
Two arms? two
Have and another
Our God
"there no other!"
Our God
"it's all okay!"
Our God
"this is the way!"

It in the book:
"burn 'n destroy...
'n repent, 'n
'n revenge, 'n
'n thee forth
To the of the unbelieving scum on the other side
'cause they go for what's in the book
'n makes 'em bad
So verily we must choppeth up
And stompeth them
Or rent a nice bomb
To poof out of existance
leaving their real estate just where we need it
To use
For temples in to praise our god
("cause he can really take of business!")

And his humble tv servant
With humble white
And glasses
And a nice suit
And maybe a blond wife who takes calls
us our God says
It's to do this stuff
Then we do it,
'cause if we do it,
We gwine up to hebbin!
(depending on book you're using at the
Time...can't use theirs... it work
...it's all lies...gotta use mine...)
Ain't that
what they say
night...
day...
Hey, we can't really be
If we're following god's orders
Hey, get serious...
God knows what doin'
He wrote book here
An' the book
He made us all to be like him,"
So...
If dumb...
God is dumb...
(an' even a little ugly on the side)