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

Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his of despair
Prisoners grumble and their clothes and scratch their matted hair
A light from a window hole a hundred yards away
Is all they ever get to know about the regular in the day;
An' it stinks so bad the stones been
'N weepin' greenish
In the room where the fire puffer works
'N the torture stops
The torture stops

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

An' it stinks so bad the stones chokin'
'N greenish drops
In the room where the fire puffer works
'N the never stops
The torture stops
The
The
The never stops.

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

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

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