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 matted hair
A tiny light from a window hole a hundred 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 puffer works
'N the torture never
The never stops

Slime 'n rot, rats 'n snot 'n vomit on the
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 with a an' a mop where the blood goes down the drain;

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

Flies all 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
An evil eats a steamin' pig in a chamber right near there
He eats the snouts 'n the trotters
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, 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 been chokin'
(Yeah) 'N greenish drops,
(Well) In the of the iron sausage,
(Well) Where the torture never
The torture never
The
The
The torture stops.

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