Luyện nghe bài hát Harry Rhonda

Frank (guitar, synclavier)
vai (guitar)
Ray (guitar, vocals)
mars (keyboards)
Chuck (piano)
barrow (bass)
Scott (bass)
Jay (string bass)
Ed (percussion)
Chad (drums)
Ike (vocals)
Terry (vocals)
bozzio (vocals)
Napoleon murphy (vocals)
Bob (vocals)
"guitar" watson (vocals)

(stage whisper)
Harry, this is not girls!

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

They pissed on us, harry! they 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 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 probably have a formula... some special stuff...comes 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 fairy on a would go over the audience...but now! har
Ask you: is this

You're absolutely correct, dear! so far we seen a single good-looking pair of legs...a single sequin-encrusted whatchamacallit ...no firm, rounded breasts! this show is a disaster, rhond
Complete and 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 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, 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! 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 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 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, men! and what do I get? a potato-headed jig-a-boo with catholic clothes on! incomprehensible
Lips! weak bladders draining through 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 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!