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 their clothes and scratch their matted hair
A tiny light 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 been chokin'
'N greenish drops
In the room where the giant fire puffer
'N the never stops
The never stops

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

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

Flies all green 'n in his dungeon of despair
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 soon
His carvin' is well 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 of all the worst
Some been done, he done it first

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

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