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)
Jimmy carl (drums)
Arthur (drums)

You sometimes in the middle in the night
You get to uptight
And wish you were feelin
And you you're white
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 grey teen-age
In that little room with the posters
And the red
And the
And bead collection
And country song round up books
And you cry your sick tears
sick tears
Tiny sick
Tiny sick
You know you gotto gotto gotto
Youve gotta find some from the terrible..
From the terrible ache thats right at your heart
Because hurting you to your heart
And your crying tiny sick
And you have to go
Out of bedroom
Out into the
to the living room
To the living
To the
To the jar
you wanna get your cookies
And you the top off the cookie jar
And you stick your tiny hand in the cookie jar
And you around in the cookie jar
To find a cookie
A spongy one with the little raisins
A little tactile sensation for tiny sick fingers
the raisin on the cookie
Pull the out of the jar
Stuff the raisin into eating hole
Push it all the way in your 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
Open the box of
Into a triangular beak that
the little triangular beak up to your drinking hole
Up to your
the white 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 room
Back up the
Past your sisters
Past brothers room
You a mask from the ancient hallway
Make it down to your fathers
And you in
And your father, tiny sick father
Is beating his to a playboy magazine
Hes got it rolled a tube
And he's got his tiny sick pud in the middle of it
Right flat up the centerfold
There he is your father with a tiny sick
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 . . . 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 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 would say it's bullshit. but we love it, don't we kids?

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