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)
Jimmy carl (drums)
tripp (drums)

You know sometimes in the middle in the
You get to uptight
And wish you were alright
And you you're white
And you got no soul
And no one with a hole nearby
And therefore in your madness and delirium
You toss and turn in your little grey teen-age sheets
In that little room with the posters
And the red
And the
And your bead
And country song round up books
And you cry your tiny tears
Tiny sick
Tiny tears
Tiny tears
You know you gotto gotto gotto
Youve find some relief from the terrible..
From the terrible ache thats clutching right at heart
Because hurting you to your heart
And crying tiny sick tears
And you to go downstairs
Out of bedroom
Out the hall
Down to the 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 hand in the cookie jar
And you around in the cookie jar
To find a raisin
A one with the little plump raisins
A little tactile sensation for tiny sick fingers
Squeeze the on the cookie
Pull the out of the jar
Stuff the raisin into your hole
Push it all the way in eating hole
Now make eating hole wrap 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
the little triangular beak up to your drinking 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
Walk out of the
Through the living
Back up the
your sisters room
Past your room
You a mask from the ancient hallway
Make it down to fathers room
And you in
And your father, your tiny sick
Is beating his meat to a magazine
Hes got it rolled into a
And got his tiny sick pud stuffed in the middle of it
Right flat up against the
There he is your with a tiny sick erection
And you walk in and you
Father I want to 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 thing: it wastes a lot of time while 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 never fails, simple . . . some people would say it's bullshit. but we love it, we kids?

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