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 hole a hundred yards away
Is all they get to know about the regular life in the day;
An' it stinks so bad the been chokin'
'N weepin' drops
In the room where the giant puffer works
'N the never stops
The torture stops

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

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

Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his of despair
An prince eats a steamin' pig in a chamber right near there
He eats the snouts 'n the trotters
The loin's 'n the groin's is dispersed
His carvin' style is rehearsed
He stands and
All men be
All men be
All men be
All men be
And disagree, well no-one
He's the best of course of all the
Some wrong done, he done it first

(Well, well) An' he stinks so bad, his bones been
(Yeah) 'N greenish drops,
(Well) In the of the iron sausage,
(Well) Where the torture stops
The torture stops
The
The
The torture stops.

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