Luyện nghe bài hát Harry Rhonda

Frank (guitar, synclavier)
vai (guitar)
Ray (guitar, vocals)
mars (keyboards)
Chuck (piano)
Arthur (bass)
thunes (bass)
Jay (string bass)
Ed (percussion)
Chad (drums)
Ike (vocals)
Terry (vocals)
Dale (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, musical entertainment! how was I supposed to know they'd be ugly?

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

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

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

Leave? now? at these ticket prices? just hold your horses...it probably wasn't real piss... only 'theater piss'...they probably have a formula... 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 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! thass right! hey you! you two ugly folks...over heahhh!

As you know, de presence of carboniferous hard-core unemployables has gen'rally, in de historical past, guaranteed an evenin' of frolic and cavortment...it'd be a shame fo y'all t'miss
On dis here one! got some nice chairs fo' ya, rights heahhh.

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

Uhhh...beg pardon? 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! some sort of...

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

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

Harry, you are an shit-head!

Look here, folks...dis fo yo own protexium! once we gets rollin' heah, things be happnin' all over de place 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 real broadway entertainment! feathers! spot-lights! guilt! hours upon 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 jig-a-boo with catholic clothes on! incomprehensible
Lips! weak 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 rock the boat, I'm sure we'll have a lovely evening at the theater!

Thass right! we got on a string 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!