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 clothes and scratch their hair
A tiny light from a window a hundred yards away
Is all they ever get to 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 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 likes of every 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 been
'N greenish drops
In the room where the fire puffer works
'N the never stops
The never stops
The
The
The never stops.

Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of
An evil eats a steamin' pig in a chamber right near there
He the snouts 'n the trotters first
The 'n the groin's is soon dispersed
His carvin' is well 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 course of all the
Some wrong been done, he done it

(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 never
The never stops
The
The
The torture stops.

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