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 dungeon of
Prisoners grumble and piss their 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 so bad the stones been chokin'
'N weepin' greenish
In the room where the fire puffer works
'N the torture never
The never stops

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

An' it stinks so bad the been chokin'
'N weepin' drops
In the where the giant fire puffer works
'N the torture never
The never 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 right there
He the snouts 'n the trotters first
The loin's 'n the groin's is soon
His carvin' style is rehearsed
He stands and
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 wrong been done, he done it

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

Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of
Who are all people that he's locked away up there
Are crazy?,
Are they
Are zeros someone painted?,
It has been explained since at first it was created
But a like a sin
Requires naught but in
Of everything that's been
Look at
at him
That's what's the deal we're in
That's the deal we're dealing in
That's what's the we're dealing in
That's what's the we're dealing in