Luyện nghe bài hát The White Boy Troubles

Frank (guitar, synclavier)
vai (guitar)
Ray (guitar, vocals)
mars (keyboards)
Chuck (piano)
Arthur (bass)
thunes (bass)
Jay (string bass)
Ed (percussion)
wackerman (drums)
Ike (vocals)
Terry (vocals)
bozzio (vocals)
Napoleon murphy (vocals)
Bob (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" (vocals)

(singing)
De boy troubles!
(white boy troubles!)
De boy troubles!
(boy got troubles!)
Oh a boidennn!
(oh, boidennn!)
His car's up!
De boy got a provlem!
She up de 'polstry
(wit de red on)
dat o-zo-mobile!
(tell me I say)
go ta tia-juana now!
(I don't it)
He should go to moses,
Way in egyppp-lainnn!
(egyppp-lainnn)

(checking off a clipboard, like a social worker)
Looks likes y'done putty good heahh, harry-as-a-boy! I sees ya' growin' up like a weed, axmodently reproducin' yoseff 'n evvythang. done found some low-rent housin' in a one-dimensional
Vity box on some italian's funt lawn...bunch o' crab-grass underneath de offspring fo quick 'n sanitatium...shit! y'all provvly be savin' up fo yo first lava lamp putty soon!

We're incredibly happy! even I'm gay for business purposes, my relationship with artificial rhonda has blossomed into something really beautiful, although I must confess to being baffled
W she got up.

Well, if de trufe be told, it were de father o' de boy at de gas statium...when y'sent de ol' in fo' de inner-tube patchin', 'round de foth o' july.

Quentin? how could he be so unfaithful? I'm God has ways of punishing naughty little guys like that!

Mights well stop complainin', boy! de damage been done! leastways can pretend to be some kinda daddy! yo' rubber bitch ain't gwine change no diapers! y'said y'all was incredibly happy! enj
While it, boy! de shit gwine hit de fan in a minute!

What? something bad is to happen?

You figgit out...judgin' fum de intellectional expressium on yo' beloved's ignint face, de bitch gwine be a career of her own! see dat?

Look like she got her one good eye on a briefcase 'n a spo't coat down de mall somewheres!

Durin' de intromissium, few de sisters seen her 'tendin' a consciousness raisin' meetin' over at de hiltum! right! bitch passed up de mash potatoes 'n took off wit' de high school cafeteri
Ch.

Francesco opens the door, and stands on the porch, watching through the binoculars.

(contd.)
Makin' matters woise, de italian dat be ownin' yo' nativity bungalow been wondrin' 'bouts de hanky an' de panky 'tween you 'n dem two concrete flamingos ovuh by de steps! you messin' wit de
E bird o' new jersey, muthafucker! dat kin git you five to life in dis vicinity! if you wants a frennly advice, boy, I'd be growin' my ass up a little quicker, 'n whizz on outa heahh!

Leave de ugly baby in de crab-grass, snatch up yo' wretched excuse fo a woman, 'n climb on up de heap! get yo'seff a job drivin' a truck fulla string-beans to utah! make sumfin' out y'seff,
N afode a ticket to de mammy nun show! den we can piss all ovuh de adulterated you gwine become, an' get de shit rollin' agin'!