Luyện nghe bài hát Garden Party

Garden party held today, call the debs to play,
Social climbers ladders,
Wayward sons have fathers,
"hello, dad!", "hello, dad!"
eggs and queuing cumbers,
Rudely wakened their slumbers
has come again for slaughter on the lawns by still cam waters,
It's a slaughter, a slaughter

Champagne are firing at the sun again
Swooping swallows chased by violins
by strauss
They sulk in crumbling again, oh God not again!

Aperitifs en masse display their owners on the grass
Couples in the cloisters, social leeches quoting chaucer
Doctor's son, a daughter where, why not and should they oughta
Please lie upon the grass, unless accompanied by a fellow,
May I be so bold as to perhaps suggest othello, perhaps suggest

Punting on the cam is jolly fun say
Beagling on the downs, oh do come they say
Rugger is the tops, a for men they say, they say, good God they say

I'm punting, I'm beagling, I'm wining, reclining, I'm rucking, I'm fucking, so welcome, a party

Angie another blue, mother smiles she did it too
Chitters chat and gossips lash, pose, pressmen flash, flash, [flash]

Smiles polluted with false charm, locking on to arms,
columns now ensured, returns to mingle with the crowds
Oh a crowd

Oh, punting on the cam, oh please do they say
Beagling on the downs, oh please so they say
Garden party held today they say, oh do come,
Oh please do come, say.