Luyện nghe bài hát The 'torchum' Never Stops

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)
bozzio (vocals)
Napoleon murphy (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 some ugly shit to make yo' life even mo' mizzable den it awready are, since dis batch be resigned to render him immortal! we does 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' dey' clothes
'n scratch matted hair
A light fum a window-hole
A hunnit away
Is all dey gets t'know
de reg'luh life in de day

An' it stink so bad, de stones chokin'
'n weepin' greenish
In de where de giant fowah-puffer woikin',
'n de torchum stops
De torchum stops
De torchum,
De torchum,
De torchum never
(go on, 'dewlla! dat lil' guitar one mo'gin!)

(spoken)

Uh-oh! I smells trubba! he be messin' wit pigmeat heahhh! muthafucker be rejectin' some 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 of despair
An evil prince a steamin' pig
In a chamber, right dere

He eat de an' de trotters foist!
De loins an' de groins I'd soon
His style I'd well 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
wrong been done, he done it foist...
An' he stink so bad, his bones been
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, when white folks come back fum bein' dead, they sho' gets scary-lookin'! but don't take appearance too ser
Y, people, 'cause dey say dis de sort o' folks dat belongs on broadway! the broadway zombies collect around the evil prince, who suddenly suspects the presence of an intruder. after a lar
Te an onion he sings...

prince: (singing)
Somewhere, there, I can tell,
There's a of
A whatchamacallit
Who does not me well!

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

He thinks he knows
the great plan!
How blandness
Must rule and

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!
it is writ:

Our god
Tends to it:

"only the boring and bland survive!
Only the of lameness will thrive!"
Take it or 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 trouble?
For citizens,
the rubble
Of dreams
Of amusement,
by a rash
Of confusement!
Soon, my zombies,
make your return!
Broadway glow!
Broadway burn!
(along with the of
new)
My holy will do
for you!
Those lovely
Who paid for you
do it again, and again, and again!

Evil (singing to the zombies)
The potato
With horrible
rot in the garbage
When this eviction
Takes shortly after
My skill
Of sabotage
Triumphs will!

I've a review
I've been for years
For a show just this,
With and queers

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

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

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

And this deadly review hits the paper,
In will roper, bender & raper,
To legally execute all that
Of this tragic amusement for drug-addled

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

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

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