Luyện nghe bài hát Tiny Sick Tears

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

You know in the middle in the night
You get to uptight
And wish you were feelin
And you you're white
And you got no soul
And theres no one with a nearby
And therefore in your teen-age madness and
You and turn in your sweaty little grey teen-age sheets
In that little room with the psychedelic
And the red
And the
And your collection
And your country round up books
And you cry your tiny tears
Tiny tears
sick tears
Tiny sick
You know you gotto gotto gotto
Youve gotta find some from the terrible..
From the ache thats clutching right at your heart
it's hurting you to your heart
And your tiny sick tears
And you to go downstairs
Out of bedroom
Out into the
Down to the room
To the living
To the
To the jar
Where you wanna get cookies
And you the top off the cookie jar
And you stick your sick hand in the cookie jar
And you reach around in the jar
To find a cookie
A spongy one with the plump raisins
A little tactile sensation for tiny sick fingers
Squeeze the raisin on the
Pull the out of the jar
Stuff the into your eating hole
Push it all the way in your eating
Now make your eating hole wrap 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
Open the box of
Into a triangular beak like
the little triangular beak up to your drinking hole
Up to your
Pour the white fluid from the box into your hole
the beak
Reinsert the box the ice box
the box door
Walk out of the
Through the room
up the stairs
Past sisters room
Past your brothers
You take a mask the ancient hallway
Make it to your fathers room
And you in
And your father, your sick father
Is beating his to a playboy magazine
Hes got it rolled a tube
And he's got his sick pud stuffed in the middle of it
flat up against the centerfold
There he is your father a tiny 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 another 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, you know that after, did de dit de didde the other one is gonna
On. it fails, simple . . . some people would say it's bullshit. but we love it, don't we kids?

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