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)
Dale (vocals)
Napoleon murphy (vocals)
Bob (vocals)
"guitar" watson (vocals)

(stage whisper)
Harry, is not dream girls!

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

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

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

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

Leave? now? at these ticket prices? just your horses...it probably wasn't real piss... only 'theater piss'...they probably 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 you: is this

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

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

As you know, de 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 t'miss
On dis here one! got some nice fo' ya, rights ovuh heahhh.

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

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

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

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

These are real goddam chains, harry, and not gonna come off with woolite!

I mind the way they feel...they don't bother me, honey...relax! go with 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 dat could prove dangerous to persons not previously acquainted wit de san quentim
- potatoes!

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

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

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