Luyện nghe bài hát Tiny Sick Tears

Frank (vocals)
george (guitar, vocals)
Roy (bass, vocals)
Don (keyboards, electronics)
gardner (trumpet)
Ian (alto saxophone)
Bunk (tenor saxophone)
sherwood (baritone saxophone)
Jimmy black (drums)
Arthur (drums)

You know sometimes in the middle in the
You get to feeling
And wish you feelin alright
And you know white
And you ain't got no
And theres no one with a nearby
And in your teen-age madness and delirium
You toss and turn in sweaty little grey teen-age sheets
In little room with the psychedelic posters
And the red
And the
And your bead
And your country song round up
And you cry your tiny sick
sick tears
Tiny sick
Tiny sick
You know you gotto gotto gotto
Youve gotta find 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 get your cookies
And you take the top off the jar
And you stick your tiny sick in the cookie jar
And you reach around in the jar
To find a cookie
A one with the little plump raisins
A little sensation for your tiny sick fingers
Squeeze the raisin on the
the cookie out of the jar
Stuff the raisin into your eating
Push it all the way in your hole
Now make your eating hole itself 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 beak like that
Pull the little triangular beak up to your hole
Up to your
Pour the white fluid the drinking box into your hole
Close the
the box into the ice box
Close the box
Walk out of the
Through the living
Back up the
Past sisters room
Past your room
You take a mask the ancient hallway
Make it to your fathers room
And you in
And your father, tiny sick father
Is beating his meat to a playboy
Hes got it rolled into a
And got his tiny sick pud stuffed in the middle of it
Right flat up the centerfold
There he is your father a tiny sick erection
And you walk in and you
Father I to kill you
And he not now son, not now

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I 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 thing: it wastes a lot of time while were on stage. we l
D in our travels that teenagers are ready to these two chords no matter 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 would say it's bullshit. but we love it, don't we kids?

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