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 light from a hole a hundred yards away
Is all they ever get to know about the regular in the day;
An' it so bad the stones been chokin'
'N greenish drops
In the room where the giant fire works
'N the torture never
The torture never

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

An' it so bad the stones been chokin'
'N weepin' drops
In the room where the giant fire puffer
'N the never 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 right near there
He eats the snouts 'n the first
The loin's 'n the groin's is soon
His carvin' is well rehearsed
He stands and
All men be
All men be
All men be
All men be
And disagree, no-one durst
He's the of course of all the worst
wrong been done, he done it first

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

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