Luyện nghe bài hát Ritz

By Steve Harley / Rebel

Hark to Roualt's insanity,
Clowns in concealing vanity,
is hardly Paradise,
We're still in of petty scorn.

so dead in mourning,
Clap and the man performing,
This is Paradise,
still in search of petty scorn.

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

Take a letter, Ophelia,
"Sorry Desdemona" bright,
through the nimbus covers,
We see the tale of Man.

Catch us in the hiding,
Me, Maryse and gliding,
Peeking the nimbus covers,
We see the twisted of Man.

Careless, caress, curl up me,
Visit, and smile, and drown me,
together, slay like Nero,
We'll show you 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 show you you understand.

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

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

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