Luyện nghe bài hát Harry Rhonda

Frank (guitar, synclavier)
vai (guitar)
Ray (guitar, vocals)
Tommy (keyboards)
Chuck (piano)
Arthur (bass)
Scott (bass)
Jay (string bass)
Ed (percussion)
Chad (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 sure sign of good, solid, musical entertainment! how was I supposed to know they'd be 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 do something else to us!

Leave? now? at these ticket just hold 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 would be rushing down the plain or a fairy 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
Complete and 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 upliftin' frolic and cavortment...it'd be a fo y'all t'miss
On dis here one! got some nice chairs fo' ya, ovuh heahhh.

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

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

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

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

These are goddam chains, harry, and they're 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, things be happnin' all over de place dat could prove dangerous to persons not previously acquainted wit de san
- potatoes!

I want the wind to come rushing down the plain! I 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 with 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 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 co-log-nuh situatium! sister ob'dewlla 'x'! yo'seff!