Luyện nghe bài hát Tiny Sick Tears

Frank (vocals)
george (guitar, vocals)
Roy (bass, vocals)
Don (keyboards, electronics)
Buzz (trumpet)
Ian (alto saxophone)
gardner (tenor saxophone)
Motorhead (baritone saxophone)
Jimmy black (drums)
Arthur (drums)

You know sometimes in the in the night
You get to feeling
And wish you were feelin
And you know white
And you ain't got no
And theres no one with a nearby
And therefore in your madness and delirium
You toss and turn in your sweaty grey teen-age sheets
In that little with the psychedelic posters
And the red
And the
And your collection
And your country song round up
And you cry tiny sick tears
Tiny tears
Tiny tears
Tiny sick
You know you gotto gotto gotto
Youve gotta find some relief the terrible..
the terrible ache thats clutching right at your heart
Because hurting you to your heart
And your crying tiny tears
And you have to go
Out of your
Out the hall
Down to the living
To the room
To the
To the jar
Where you wanna get your
And you take the top off the jar
And you stick your tiny sick hand in the jar
And you reach in the cookie jar
To find a cookie
A one with the little plump raisins
A little tactile sensation for your tiny fingers
Squeeze the on the cookie
the cookie out of the jar
Stuff the raisin into eating hole
Push it all the way in your eating
Now your eating hole wrap itself around the tiny sick cookie
the cookie
Put the lid on the jar
Go to the ice box
the ice box
Pull out the box of
the box of milk
Into a triangular like that
the little triangular beak up to your drinking hole
Up to hole
Pour the white fluid from the drinking box into your
Close the
Reinsert the box the ice box
Close the box
Walk out of the
the living room
Back up the
your sisters room
Past your brothers
You take a mask from the ancient
Make it down to fathers room
And you in
And your father, tiny sick father
Is beating his meat to a playboy
Hes got it rolled into a
And he's got his tiny sick pud stuffed in the of it
Right flat up against the
There he is your father with a sick erection
And you in and you say:
Father I to kill you
And he not now son, not now

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I know that it's so hard playing this soul music, you know, cause it really . . . for one thing it's really easy . . . and for another thing: it wastes a lot of time while were on stage. we l
D in our travels that teenagers are ready to accept these two chords no matter how theyre played. it makes you feel secure, cause you know that after, did de dit de didde the one is gonna
On. it never fails, . . . some people would say it's bullshit. but we love it, don't we kids?

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