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)
ocker (clarinet, bass clarinet)
Motorhead (tenor saxophone, vocals)
Denny (slide guitar, vocals)
David (drums)
Craig (harmonica)
carl 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 other
Or the whatever
the face
Of the planet

They call it the
Which is a kinda name
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 wrapped

Nurds on the
on the right
Religous
On the air night
Sayin' the
the story
Makes the
Sound real
'bout to do
If the over there
believe in the book
We got over

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

You can't run a
By a of religion
Not by a
Or a lump or a
Of rules
Of ancient
Designed to
You all great
you fold, spindle
And
unbelievers
From a neighboring

To arms! to arms!
Hooray! great
Two ain't bad
Unless there's a
They ship the
To in
For two ears (get down!)
Not his, not hers, (but the hey? )
The good book
("it be that way!")
But their says:
"revenge the crusades...
With 'n chains
'n grenades..."
Two arms? two
Have another and
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 land of the scum on the other side
they don't go for what's in the book
'n that 'em bad
So we must choppeth them up
And stompeth them
Or rent a nice french
To poof out of existance
While leaving their real estate where we need it
To use
For temples in to praise our god
("cause he can take care of business!")

And his humble tv servant
With humble hair
And glasses
And a brown suit
And maybe a blond who takes phone calls
Tells us our God
okay to do this stuff
Then we 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 work
...it's all lies...gotta use mine...)
that right?
That's what say
night...
day...
Hey, we can't really be
If we're just god's orders
Hey, get serious...
God knows he's doin'
He this book here
An' the book
He made us all to be just him,"
So...
If dumb...
God is dumb...
(an' maybe a little ugly on the side)