Luyện nghe bài hát Harry Rhonda

Frank (guitar, synclavier)
vai (guitar)
Ray (guitar, vocals)
Tommy (keyboards)
wild (piano)
Arthur (bass)
thunes (bass)
Jay (string bass)
Ed (percussion)
wackerman (drums)
Ike (vocals)
Terry (vocals)
bozzio (vocals)
Napoleon brock (vocals)
Bob (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" (vocals)

(stage whisper)
Harry, this is not girls!

(stage whisper)
They told me it had c-c-colored in it, rhonda, and that's always a sure sign of good, solid, musical entertainment! how was I supposed to know they'd be this ugly?

They on us, harry! they fuckin' pissed on us! look at my fox!

I know, dear...but they on me too...he did say they were incontinent!

Just this! I think we should get out of here before they do something else to us!

Leave? now? at these ticket prices? just hold your horses...it probably wasn't real piss... only 'theater piss'...they have a formula... some special stuff...comes right outta the fur w
Oolite.

What's happened to broadway, harry? used to be you could come to one of these things and the wind would be rushing down the plain or a on a string would go over the audience...but now! har
Ask is this entertainment?

You're absolutely correct, dear! so far we haven't seen a single good-looking pair of legs...a single sequin-encrusted whatchamacallit ...no firm, rounded breasts! this show is a disaster,
and utter disaster!

Mmmm! say dere...hey! umm-hmm! thass right! hey you! you two white folks...over heahhh!

As you know, de presence of carboniferous hard-core unemployables has gen'rally, in de historical past, guaranteed an evenin' of upliftin' frolic and cavortment...it'd be a shame fo y'all
On dis here one! got nice chairs fo' ya, rights ovuh heahhh.

Harry & rhonda rise, cross to thing-fish, and sit in the chairs he offers. they are immediately to them by the mammies.

Uhhh...beg pardon? what's on here?

Oh! they're touching me! harry! harry! harry! harry, do something! they're putting chains on me! I'll be stuck to the chair! oh! I do? I'll miss intermission!

They're only chains', rhonda! just some sort of...

These are real chains, harry, and they're not gonna come off with woolite!

I don't mind the way they feel...they don't bother me, honey...relax! go the flow...

Harry, you are an shit-head!

Look here, folks...dis only fo yo own protexium! once we gets rollin' heah, things be happnin' all over de place dat prove dangerous to persons not previously acquainted wit de san quentim
- potatoes!

I want the wind to rushing down the plain! I want fairies on a string over the audience! I want real broadway entertainment! feathers! spot-lights! guilt! hours upon hours of guilt! about m
Her! about my father! brave women, suffering at the hands of infantile, insensitive, dominating men! and what do I get? a potato-headed jig-a-boo with catholic clothes on! incomprehensible
Lips! weak bladders draining abnorminably large organs! jesus, harry! what the fuck is going on here?

Simmer down! if you'll just with the punches...and don't rock the boat, I'm sure we'll have a lovely evening at the theater!

Thass right! we got fairies on a fo yo ass jes' a little later! meanwhile, I b'lieves y'all requires some updatement on de co-log-nuh situatium! sister ob'dewlla 'x'! express yo'seff!