Luyện nghe bài hát Harry Rhonda

Frank (guitar, synclavier)
vai (guitar)
Ray (guitar, vocals)
Tommy (keyboards)
Chuck (piano)
barrow (bass)
Scott (bass)
Jay (string bass)
Ed (percussion)
wackerman (drums)
Ike (vocals)
Terry (vocals)
bozzio (vocals)
Napoleon murphy (vocals)
Bob (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" (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 sure sign of good, solid, 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 pissed on me too...he did say they 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 hold 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 come to one of these things and the wind would be rushing down the plain or a fairy on a string would go over the audience...but now! har
Ask you: is entertainment?

You're absolutely correct, dear! so far we haven't a single good-looking pair of legs...a single sequin-encrusted 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 presence of carboniferous hard-core unemployables has gen'rally, in de historical past, guaranteed an 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, to thing-fish, and sit in the chairs he offers. they are immediately chained 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 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 don't mind the way 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, be happnin' all over de place dat could prove dangerous to persons not previously acquainted wit de san quentim
- potatoes!

I the wind to come 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! about brave women, suffering at the hands of infantile, insensitive, dominating men! and what do I get? a potato-headed jig-a-boo catholic clothes on! incomprehensible
Lips! weak bladders draining through abnorminably large organs! jesus, harry! 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 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!