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
Prisoners grumble and piss clothes and scratch their matted hair
A tiny from a window hole a hundred 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' greenish
In the room where the giant fire puffer
'N the torture stops
The torture never

'n rot, rats 'n snot 'n vomit on the floor
Fifty soldiers, man, holdin' spears by the iron door
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' greenish
In the room where the giant puffer works
'N the torture stops
The torture stops
The
The
The torture stops.

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

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

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