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 they ever get to know about the life in the day;
An' it stinks so bad the stones been
'N weepin' drops
In the room where the giant fire puffer
'N the never stops
The torture never

'n rot, rats 'n snot 'n vomit on the floor
Fifty ugly soldiers, man, holdin' 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 been chokin'
'N weepin' greenish
In the room where the giant fire puffer
'N the torture stops
The torture never
The
The
The torture stops.

Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of
An prince eats a steamin' pig in a chamber right near there
He eats the snouts 'n the first
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 durst
He's the best of of all the worst
Some been done, he done 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 stops
The never stops
The
The
The torture stops.

all green 'n buzzin' 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 been explained since at first it was
But a dungeon a sin
Requires but lockin' in
Of everything ever been
Look at
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 dealing in
That's what's the deal we're in