Luyện nghe bài hát Ritz

By Steve Harley / Rebel

Hark to white insanity,
in drag concealing vanity,
This is Paradise,
We're still in of petty scorn.

so dead in mourning,
Clap and the man performing,
is hardly Paradise,
We're still in search of scorn.

my disease in chintz-covered kisses,
Glazed calico cloth, my this is,
to Pablo Fanque's in indigo,
We'll you pastel shades of rhyme.

a letter, Ophelia, write
"Sorry Desdemona" bright,
Peeking the nimbus covers,
We see the twisted of Man.

us in the cornfield hiding,
Me, and Moonbeams gliding,
through the nimbus covers,
We see the tale of Man.

Careless, caress, curl up me,
Visit, sleep and smile, and me,
March together, slay Nero,
show you something you understand
(Originally was "Now we have something you understand.")

Oh! the clown, his is eyeless,
he make you laugh or cry, yes,
March together, slay Nero,
We'll you something you understand.

The other are from the Cockney Rebel original version. I've left them in for general interest. Also Steve and Marty performed the whole thing live at least once.

It is to hide my body,
we start to speak of Holly,
I wanna be that superhero,
'Til you have we understand.

Heard they're Pisces into June,
we put together a platoon,
I wanna be that superhero,
'Til you have we understand.