Luyện nghe bài hát Tiny Sick Tears

Frank (vocals)
george (guitar, vocals)
Roy (bass, vocals)
Don (keyboards, electronics)
gardner (trumpet)
Ian (alto saxophone)
Bunk (tenor saxophone)
sherwood (baritone saxophone)
Jimmy carl (drums)
Arthur (drums)

You know sometimes in the in the night
You get to uptight
And wish you feelin alright
And you you're white
And you got no soul
And theres no one with a nearby
And therefore in your madness and delirium
You toss and in your sweaty little grey teen-age sheets
In that little room the psychedelic posters
And the red
And the
And bead collection
And your country round up books
And you cry tiny sick tears
sick tears
Tiny tears
sick tears
You know you gotto gotto gotto
Youve find some relief from the terrible..
From the terrible ache thats clutching at your heart
Because hurting you to your heart
And your crying tiny tears
And you have to go
Out of bedroom
Out into the
to the living room
To the living
To the
To the jar
Where you wanna get cookies
And you take the top off the jar
And you stick tiny sick hand in the cookie jar
And you reach around in the jar
To find a raisin
A spongy one with the little raisins
A little tactile sensation for your sick 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 make eating hole wrap itself around the tiny sick cookie
Scarve the
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
Pull the little triangular beak up to your drinking
Up to hole
Pour the fluid from the drinking box into your hole
the beak
Reinsert the box the ice box
Close the box
Walk out of the
Through the room
Back up the
Past your room
your brothers room
You take a mask from the hallway
Make it down to fathers room
And you in
And your father, your tiny father
Is beating his meat to a playboy
Hes got it rolled a tube
And he's got his tiny pud stuffed in the middle of it
Right up against the centerfold
There he is your father with a tiny erection
And you in and you say:
Father I want to you
And he not now son, not now

up!
laaaa

I that it's so hard stop 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 played. it makes you feel secure, cause you know that after, did de dit de didde the other one is gonna
On. it never fails, simple . . . some people say it's bullshit. but we love it, don't we kids?

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