Luyện nghe bài hát Tiny Sick Tears

Frank (vocals)
Lowell (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 alright
And you you're white
And you ain't got no
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 with the posters
And the red
And the
And your collection
And your country song up books
And you cry your tiny sick
Tiny sick
Tiny sick
sick tears
You know you gotto gotto gotto
Youve gotta some relief from the terrible..
From the terrible ache thats clutching right at your
Because it's hurting you to your
And your tiny sick tears
And you to go downstairs
Out of bedroom
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 sick hand in the cookie jar
And you around in the cookie jar
To a raisin cookie
A one with the little plump raisins
A little tactile sensation for your tiny sick
Squeeze the raisin on the
the cookie out of the jar
Stuff the raisin into your eating
Push it all the way in eating hole
Now make your eating hole wrap 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
Open the box of
Into a triangular like that
Pull the little beak up to your drinking hole
Up to your
Pour the white fluid from the drinking box your hole
Close the
the box into the ice box
Close the box
Walk out of the
the living room
Back up the
your sisters room
Past brothers room
You take a from the ancient hallway
Make it down to your room
And you in
And your father, tiny sick father
Is beating his meat to a magazine
Hes got it into a tube
And he's got his sick pud stuffed in the middle of it
Right flat up against the
There he is your father with a tiny erection
And you walk in and you
Father I to kill you
And he not now son, not now

up!
Oooo

I know that it's so hard stop playing this soul music, you know, cause it really . . . for one thing 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 would say bullshit. but we love it, don't we kids?

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