Luyện nghe bài hát The 'torchum' Never Stops

Frank (guitar, synclavier)
vai (guitar)
Ray (guitar, vocals)
Tommy (keyboards)
Chuck (piano)
Arthur (bass)
thunes (bass)
Jay (string bass)
Ed (percussion)
Chad (drums)
Ike (vocals)
bozzio (vocals)
Dale (vocals)
Napoleon brock (vocals)
Bob (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" (vocals)

Now, dis nasty sucker is de respondable party fo de en-whiffment o' de origumal potium. de magik o' stage-kraff, we be able to see him at woik!

He now be preparin' some ugly shit to make yo' life even mo' mizzable den it awready are, since dis batch be resigned to render him immortal! we not know if it gwine woik yet, but we kin al
fo' de best!

(singing)
Flies all 'n buzznin'
In his dunjing of
Prisoners grummle an' piss clothes
'n dey' matted hair
A light fum a window-hole
A yards away
Is all dey ever t'know
'bouts de life in de day

An' it so bad, de stones been chokin'
'n greenish drops
In de room where de giant woikin',
'n de never stops
De never stops
De torchum,
De torchum,
De never stops
(go on, 'dewlla! play dat lil' one mo'gin!)

(spoken)

Uh-oh! I smells trubba! he be wit pigmeat heahhh! muthafucker be rejectin' some co-log- nuh directly into de duo-deenum of de unsuspecting victim! now he gone see if he immune to it by e
A dab hisseff!

(singing)

Flies all an' buzznin'
In his dunjing of
An evil prince eats a pig
In a chamber, right dere

He eat de an' de trotters foist!
De loins an' de I'd soon re-spersed
His carvin' style I'd re-hoist
He 'n shout:

All be coist!
All be coist!
All be coist!
All be coist!

An' well, no one durst...
He de best, of cose, of all de
Some been done, he done it foist...
An' he so bad, his bones been chokin'
And weepin' drops,
In de vat of co-log-nuh,
de re-zease be berlin' up
Berlin' an' uh up
Co-log-nuh!
Co-log-nuh!
co-log-uh-nuh!

(spoken)
Oh! do yoseff a favum 'n don't use it! oooooooh! look at these ugly suckers! boy, white folks come back fum bein' dead, they sho' gets scary-lookin'! but don't take their appearance too ser
Y, people, 'cause dey say dis de sort o' folks dat belongs on broadway! the broadway zombies collect around the prince, who suddenly suspects the presence of an intruder. after taking a lar
Te an onion he sings...

prince: (singing)
Somewhere, there, I can tell,
a voice of
A potato-headed
Who does not me well!

His are quite stupid,
And his shoes!
got a big ol' duck-mouth!
(who how he chews!)

He thinks he something
the great plan!
How ultimate
Must and command

He not a drop,
Not a crumb,
Not a whit,
Of the for doing
This criminal
And then, if he did,
Would it matter a
Not at all!
Because it is

Our god
to certify it:

"only the boring and shall survive!
Only the lamest of will thrive!"
it or leave it, you won't be alive,
If you are creative!

Fairies and and queers are

All the music on broadway is

Who step forward
And end all this
For citizens,
the rubble
Of vanishing
Of amusement,
Replaced by a
Of confusement!
Soon, my zombies,
You'll your return!
Broadway glow!
will burn!
(along the remnants of
new)
My holy disease do
for you!
Those producers
Who paid for you
do it again, and again, and again!

Evil (singing to the zombies)
The potato
With diction
Will rot in the
When show's eviction
Takes place after
My alternate
Of theatrical
Triumphs will!

I've a review
been saving for years
For a show like this,
With potatoes and

I'll say it's disgusting, atrocious, and
I'll say it boils inside of your skull
I'll say the worst-of-the-worst of the
Year,
No wind the plain, and it's hard on your
Ear
say it's the work of an infantile mind
I'll say it's tasteless, and that you will

A better excuse to spend or time
At a party,
So, do be a smarty!
Hold on to that
A little longer
For it here,
Why, it be wronger!

What's happened to
Where's it gone, all the
The 'heart' and the
The
The

And after this review hits the paper,
In come roper, bender & raper,
To legally all that remains
Of this tragic for drug-addled brains

(singing)
Flies all an' buzznin'
In his of despair
Who are all o' dem
Dat he fuckin' wit down
Are dey
Are dey
Are dey stage-kraff someone

It have never explained,
at first it were created,
But, a musical, like in,
a whole bunch o' everythin'!
We everythin' dat ever been!
at her!
at him!

Dat what de we dealin' in
Dat de deal we dealin' in
Dat what de deal we in
Dat what de we dealin' in