Luyện nghe bài hát Tiny Sick Tears

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

You know in the middle in the night
You get to uptight
And wish you were feelin
And you know white
And you got no soul
And theres no one with a hole
And in your teen-age madness and delirium
You toss and turn in your sweaty grey teen-age sheets
In that little room the psychedelic posters
And the red
And the
And your bead
And your country song round up
And you cry your sick tears
sick tears
Tiny sick
Tiny sick
You you gotto gotto gotto gotto
Youve gotta find some from the terrible..
From the terrible ache thats clutching right at your
Because it's hurting you to heart
And your tiny sick 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 your
And you the top off the cookie jar
And you stick your sick hand in the cookie 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 sick
Squeeze the on the cookie
Pull the out of the jar
Stuff the raisin your eating hole
Push it all the way in your hole
Now make your eating hole 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 beak that
Pull the little triangular beak up to your hole
Up to hole
Pour the white fluid from the drinking box your hole
Close the
Reinsert the box the ice box
the box door
Walk out of the
Through the room
up the stairs
Past your room
Past your brothers
You take a mask the ancient hallway
Make it down to fathers room
And you in
And your father, tiny sick father
Is beating his to a playboy magazine
Hes got it into a tube
And got his tiny sick pud stuffed in the middle of it
Right flat up against the
There he is your father with a sick erection
And you in and you say:
Father I want to you
And he not now son, not now

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I know that it's so hard stop playing this 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 other one is
On. it never fails, simple . . . people would say it's bullshit. but we love it, don't we kids?

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