Luyện nghe bài hát The Torture Never Stops (Live At The Palladium, NYC / 10-28-77 / Show 1)

Flies all green 'n in his dungeon of despair
grumble and piss their clothes and scratch their matted hair
A tiny light from a window hole a yards away
Is all ever get to know about the regular life in the day;
An' it stinks so bad the stones chokin'
'N weepin' drops
In the room the giant fire puffer works
'N the never stops
The torture never

'n rot, rats 'n snot 'n vomit on the floor
Fifty ugly soldiers, man, holdin' spears by the iron
Knives 'n spikes 'n 'n the likes of every tool of pain
An' a sinister midget with a bucket an' a mop where the blood goes down the

An' it so bad the stones been chokin'
'N weepin' drops
In the room where the giant fire works
'N the torture stops
The torture stops
The
The
The never stops.

Flies all 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
An evil prince eats a steamin' pig in a chamber near there
He the snouts 'n the trotters first
The 'n the groin's is soon dispersed
His style is well rehearsed
He stands and
All men be
All men be
All men be
All men be
And disagree, well durst
He's the best of course of all the
Some wrong been done, he it first

(Well, well) An' he so bad, his bones been chokin'
(Yeah) 'N greenish drops,
(Well) In the of the iron sausage,
(Well) Where the torture never
The torture never
The
The
The never stops.

Flies all green 'n in his dungeon of despair
Who are all those people he's locked away up there
Are crazy?,
Are they
Are zeros someone painted?,
It has never been since at first it was created
But a like a sin
naught but lockin' in
Of that's ever been
at hers
at him
That's what's the we're dealing in
That's what's the deal dealing in
That's the deal we're dealing in
That's what's the deal dealing in