Luyện nghe bài hát Parade

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

everybody in town
is turning brown, summertime
down we're having a parade
don't answer phone, let it sing
and join the of rings
that will be our soundtrack for

a million people realize there's better to do
than wasting their whole lives accessible to you
like throwing off clothes and marching down the avenue
singing "i'm in new york city, don't i look so hey!"

mike bloomberg and jackson
sit in square relaxin'
reach a stalemate start game
jessica, tawana,
and the indian fonda
mr. softies in the shade

a big fat in a thong
and a college with nothing on
share a laugh over a
seven foot trannies tricks
with men on pogo sticks
'cause invited, hip hooray!

a million realizing that reality
is more real outside their door than it is on TV
a of specimens have taken to the street
singing "i'm in new york city, i look so pretty? hey!"

summertime in new york city
and the people just plain old pretty
they're hot as hell, i think i'm faint
even the junkies and the krishnas
and the guy who spray paints solar
on the backs of plastic paper

so hot you could fry an egg
on the of the pit-bull humping my leg
i kinda like it, what more can i
'cept comes hot dog in her wig
she's three times a lady, sweating a pig
the sun is shining okay

a million people realize a smile on someone's
is even more contagious than west or sars or aids
and makes people smile more than a big parade
through the of new york city
everyone's so pretty
life to be so shitty
but summertime, summertime, summertime, wooooooooo!!!!!!

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