Luyện nghe bài hát Parade

white man in white pants was
inside out and his ass
a little black on black rollerblades
his butt and picked it up
and it back and said "hey pops,
c'mon down we're a parade!"

in this town
is turning brown, summertime
c'mon down we're a parade
don't your phone, let it sing
and join the orchestra of
that be our soundtrack for today

a million people there's better things to do
than wasting their whole being accessible to you
like off their clothes and marching down the avenue
singing "i'm in new york city, i look so pretty? hey!"

mike bloomberg and jackson
sit in tompkins square
reach a start another game
jessica, tawana,
and the indian jane
mr. softies in the shade

a big fat mama in a
and a college girl nothing on
share a over a lemonade
seven foot trannies tricks
business men on pogo sticks
'cause invited, hip hooray!

a million people realizing reality
is much more real outside their than it is on TV
a plethora of specimens have to the street
"i'm in new york city, don't i look so pretty? hey!"

it's in new york city
and the people aren't just old pretty
hot as hell, i think i'm gonna faint
even the and the hari krishnas
and the guy who paints solar systems
on the backs of plastic paper

so hot you could fry an egg
on the back of the humping my leg
i like it, what more can i say?
'cept here hot dog in her wig
she's three times a lady, like a pig
the sun is shining okay

a million people realize a smile on face
is even more contagious west nile or sars or aids
and what people smile more than a big parade
through the streets of new york
where so pretty
life used to be so
but summertime, summertime, summertime, wooooooooo!!!!!!

man in white pants was dancing
inside out and his ass
a little black on black rollerblades
found his and picked it up
and gave it back and "hey pops,
c'mon down having a parade,
c'mon down having a parade,
down we're having a parade,
woohoo! hey!!!"