Luyện nghe bài hát The White Boy Troubles

Frank (guitar, synclavier)
vai (guitar)
Ray (guitar, vocals)
mars (keyboards)
Chuck (piano)
barrow (bass)
Scott (bass)
Jay (string bass)
Ed (percussion)
wackerman (drums)
Ike (vocals)
bozzio (vocals)
Dale (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 fucked up!
De boy got a provlem!
She ripped up de
(wit de red on)
dat o-zo-mobile!
(tell me I say)
go ta tia-juana now!
(I have it)
He go to brown 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' up like a weed, axmodently reproducin' yoseff 'n evvythang. done found some low-rent housin' in a one-dimensional cardbode
Vity box on some italian's funt lawn...bunch o' crab-grass underneath de offspring fo quick 'n easy sanitatium...shit! y'all provvly be up fo yo first lava lamp putty soon!

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

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

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

Mights well stop complainin', boy! de damage been done! leastways y'all can pretend to be some 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 going to

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

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

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

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

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