Luyện nghe bài hát The Torture Never Stops

Frank (guitar)
beefheart (harmonica, vocals)
Napoleon murphy (saxophone)
Bruce (trombone)
walley (slide guitar)
George (keyboards)
Tom (bass)
Terry (drums)

Flies all green and
In this dungeon of
grumble and piss their clothes
And scratch their matted
A tiny light from a
A yards away
Is all they ever get to
About the light in the day

And it stinks so bad the stones chokin'
greenish drops
In the room where the giant fire works
And the never stops
The torture never

and rot and rats and snot and
Vomit on the
Fifty ug-a-ly there
Holdin' spears by the iron
and spikes and guns and the likes
Of every tool of
And a sinister with a bucket and a mop
Where the blood down the drain

And it stinks so bad, the stones chokin'
Weepin' greenish
In the where
The fire puffer works
And the torture stops
The never stops,
The
The
The torture never

Flies all and buzzin'
In this dungeon of
An prince eats a steamin' pig
In a chamber right near

He eats the snouts and the trotters
The loins and the groins are dispersed
His carvin' is well rehearsed
He and shouts
All men be (4x)
And disagree, hell no one
He's the best of of all the worst
Some wrong been
He done it

And he stinks so bad his bones been
Weepin' drops
In the light of the sausage
Where the never stops
The torture never
The
The
The never stops

Flies all green and
In the dungeon of
Who are all those
That he's away down there
Are crazy
Are sainted
Are they zeros someone
That had never been
Since at first it was
But a like a sin
Requires not much in
Of everything ever been
at her
at him
Thats the deal we're dealin in
Thats whats the we're dealin in
whats the deal we're dealin in