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 sometimes in the middle in the
You get to uptight
And wish you were alright
And you know you're
And you got no soul
And theres no one a hole nearby
And therefore in your teen-age and delirium
You toss and turn in your sweaty little grey teen-age
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 sick tears
Tiny tears
sick tears
Tiny tears
You you gotto gotto gotto gotto
Youve gotta some relief from the terrible..
From the terrible thats clutching right at your heart
Because hurting you to your heart
And your crying sick tears
And you to go downstairs
Out of bedroom
Out the hall
Down to the 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 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 fingers
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
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 like
Pull the little triangular beak up to your hole
Up to hole
Pour the white fluid from the drinking box into hole
the beak
Reinsert the box the ice box
the box door
Walk out of the
Through the living
up the stairs
Past your sisters
Past brothers room
You take a mask the ancient hallway
Make it to your fathers 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 in the middle of it
Right up against the centerfold
There he is father with a tiny sick erection
And you in and you say:
I want to kill you
And he not now son, not now

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I know that so hard stop playing this 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 how theyre 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 it's bullshit. but we love it, we kids?

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