Luyện nghe bài hát The Torture Never Stops

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

Flies all and buzzin'
In this dungeon of
Prisoners grumble and piss clothes
And scratch matted hair
A tiny light a window-hole
A hundred away
Is all they get to know
About the light in the day

And it stinks so bad the stones chokin'
Weepin' greenish
In the room where the giant fire puffer
And the never stops
The never stops

Slime and rot and and snot and
on the floor
Fifty ug-a-ly there
Holdin' spears by the door
Knives and and guns and the likes
Of every tool of
And a sinister midget a bucket and a mop
the blood goes down the drain

And it stinks so bad, the stones been
Weepin' drops
In the room
The giant fire works
And the torture stops
The never stops,
The
The
The torture never

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

He the snouts and the trotters first
The loins and the groins are soon
His carvin' style is well
He stands and
All men be (4x)
And disagree, no one durst
He's the best of cause of all the
Some wrong done
He done it

And he so bad his bones been chokin'
Weepin' drops
In the of the iron sausage
Where the never stops
The never stops
The
The
The never stops

all green and buzzin'
In the dungeon of
Who are all those
That locked away down there
Are crazy
Are they
Are zeros someone painted
That had never explained
Since at first it was
But a dungeon a sin
Requires not lockin' in
Of everything thats ever
at her
at him
Thats the deal we're dealin in
Thats whats the deal dealin in
whats the deal we're dealin in