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 their matted 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 greenish drops
In the room where the fire puffer works
'N the torture stops
The torture never

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

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

all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
An evil prince eats a steamin' pig in a right near there
He eats the snouts 'n the first
The loin's 'n the groin's is dispersed
His carvin' style is well
He stands and
All men be
All men be
All men be
All men be
And disagree, well no-one
the best of course of all the worst
Some been done, he done it first

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

Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of
Who are all those people that locked away up there
Are crazy?,
Are they
Are they 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 deal we're in
That's what's the deal we're in
That's what's the we're dealing in
That's the deal we're dealing in