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
grumble and piss their clothes and scratch their matted hair
A light from 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 weepin' drops
In the room where the fire puffer works
'N the torture never
The torture stops

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

An' it so bad the stones been chokin'
'N weepin' greenish
In the room where the giant fire works
'N the torture stops
The never stops
The
The
The never stops.

all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
An evil prince eats a steamin' pig in a chamber right near
He the snouts 'n the trotters first
The loin's 'n the groin's is dispersed
His carvin' is well rehearsed
He and shouts
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 done, he done it first

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

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