Luyện nghe bài hát Tiny Sick Tears

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

You know in the middle in the night
You get to feeling
And wish you were alright
And you know you're
And you ain't got no
And theres no one a hole nearby
And therefore in your teen-age madness and
You toss and turn in your sweaty little teen-age sheets
In little room with the psychedelic posters
And the red
And the
And your bead
And your song 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 right at your
Because it's you to your heart
And crying 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 take the top off the jar
And you stick your tiny sick hand in the 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 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 hole
Now make your eating hole wrap itself around the 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 beak like that
the little triangular beak up to your drinking hole
Up to your
Pour the white fluid from the drinking box into your
Close the
Reinsert the box the ice box
Close the box
out of the kitchen
Through the living
Back up the
Past your room
Past your room
You a mask from the ancient hallway
Make it down to your room
And you in
And your father, your tiny sick
Is beating his meat to a magazine
Hes got it into a tube
And he's got his tiny sick pud stuffed in the of it
Right flat up the centerfold
There he is your father with a sick erection
And you walk in and you
I want to kill you
And he not now son, not now

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I know that it's so hard stop playing 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 would say it's bullshit. but we love it, don't we kids?

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