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
grumble and piss their clothes and scratch their matted hair
A tiny light from a window hole a hundred yards
Is all they ever get to know the regular life in the day;
An' it stinks so bad the stones chokin'
'N greenish drops
In the room where the giant fire works
'N the torture stops
The torture never

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

An' it stinks so bad the been chokin'
'N weepin' drops
In the room where the giant fire puffer
'N the torture stops
The torture stops
The
The
The never stops.

Flies all 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
An evil prince eats a steamin' pig in a chamber near there
He the snouts 'n the trotters first
The loin's 'n the is soon dispersed
His style is well rehearsed
He and shouts
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 wrong been done, he done it

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

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