Luyện nghe bài hát Tiny Sick Tears

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

You know in the middle in the night
You get to feeling
And wish you were alright
And you know white
And you got no soul
And theres no one a hole nearby
And therefore in your madness and delirium
You toss and turn in your sweaty little grey sheets
In little room with the psychedelic posters
And the red
And the
And your bead
And country song round up books
And you cry your sick tears
sick tears
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 crying tiny sick
And you to go downstairs
Out of your
Out into the
to the living room
To the room
To the
To the jar
you wanna get your cookies
And you take the top off the jar
And you stick your tiny hand in the cookie jar
And you around in the cookie jar
To find a raisin
A spongy one with the plump raisins
A tactile sensation for your tiny sick fingers
Squeeze the raisin on the
the cookie out of the jar
Stuff the raisin into eating hole
Push it all the way in eating hole
Now make your eating hole wrap itself around the tiny 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 beak that
Pull the little triangular beak up to your hole
Up to hole
Pour the fluid from the drinking box into your hole
Close the
the box into the ice box
Close the box
out of the kitchen
Through the living
Back up the
your sisters room
Past brothers room
You take a mask from the ancient
it down to your fathers room
And you in
And your father, tiny sick father
Is his meat to a playboy magazine
Hes got it rolled a tube
And he's got his sick pud stuffed in the middle of it
Right up against the centerfold
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 stop playing this soul music, you know, cause it really . . . for one thing it's really easy . . . and for 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 the other one is gonna
On. it never fails, simple . . . some would say it's bullshit. but we love it, don't we kids?

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