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)
steward (harmonica)
Jimmy black (vocals)
zappa (vocals)
Moon (vocals)

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

They call it the
Which is a kinda name
But they it right
'cause we the same...
We are all over
all over,
Yes we are
all over,
'n far
all over,
Black 'n
People, we is not wrapped

on the left
Nurds on the
fanatics
On the air night
Sayin' the
the story
Makes the
Sound gory
'bout to do
If the geeks there
believe in the book
We got here

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

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

To arms! to arms!
Hooray! that's
Two ain't bad
there's a crate
They the parts
To in
For two ears (get down!)
Not his, not hers, (but what the )
The good says:
("it be that way!")
But their book
"revenge the crusades...
whips '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 says in the
"burn 'n destroy...
'n repent, 'n
'n revenge, 'n
'n rumble forth
To the of the unbelieving scum on the other side
'cause they don't go for what's in the
'n that 'em bad
So verily we choppeth them up
And stompeth them
Or a nice french bomb
To them 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 when his humble tv
With humble white
And humble
And a nice suit
And maybe a blond wife who phone calls
Tells us our God
It's okay to do stuff
we gotta do it,
'cause if we do it,
We gwine up to hebbin!
(depending on which you're using at the
Time...can't use theirs... it don't
...it's all lies...gotta use mine...)
that right?
That's what say
night...
day...
Hey, we really be dumb
If we're following god's orders
Hey, get serious...
God knows what doin'
He wrote this here
An' the book
He us all to be just like him,"
So...
If dumb...
God is dumb...
(an' maybe even a ugly on the side)