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)
Arthur (bass)
Ed (percussion)
David ocker (clarinet, clarinet)
Motorhead (tenor saxophone, vocals)
Denny (slide guitar, vocals)
David (drums)
steward (harmonica)
Jimmy black (vocals)
zappa (vocals)
Moon (vocals)

we are
Wherever from
We noticed by now
Our is dumb
And if our
Expect to
It's gonna take a lot
Than tryin' to
The other
Or the whatever
From the
Of the altogether

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

Nurds on the
on the right
Religous
On the air night
Sayin' the
Tells the
the details
Sound real
'bout to do
If the geeks there
Don't believe in the
We got over

You can't run a
no feet
'n soon
won't be no street
For to jog on
Or to dog on
fanatics
Can it be all gone
(I mean it blow up
'n
It'll look ugly
For a years...)

You can't run a
By a book of
Not by a
Or a lump or a
Of foolish
Of ancient
Designed to
You all great
you fold, spindle
And
Those
From a state

To arms! to arms!
Hooray! great
Two legs bad
Unless there's a
ship the parts
To in
For souvenirs: two (get down!)
Not his, not hers, (but what the )
The book says:
("it gotta be way!")
But their book
"revenge the crusades...
With 'n chains
'n grenades..."
Two two arms?
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 rumble thee
To the land of the unbelieving scum on the side
'cause they don't go for in the book
'n that 'em bad
So verily we must choppeth up
And stompeth them
Or rent a french bomb
To poof them out of
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 when his humble tv
humble white hair
And glasses
And a nice suit
And a blond wife who takes phone calls
Tells us our God
It's to do this stuff
we gotta do it,
'cause if we do it,
We gwine up to hebbin!
(depending on which book you're at the
Time...can't use theirs... it don't
...it's all lies...gotta use mine...)
Ain't that
That's what say
night...
day...
Hey, we can't really be
If we're just following orders
Hey, get serious...
God knows he's doin'
He wrote this here
An' the says:
He made us all to be just him,"
So...
If dumb...
God is dumb...
(an' maybe a little ugly on the side)