Luyện nghe bài hát Ritz

By Steve Harley / Rebel

Hark to Roualt's insanity,
Clowns in drag vanity,
This is Paradise,
still in search of petty scorn.

Images so in mourning,
and cheer the man performing,
This is Paradise,
We're still in of petty scorn.

Couch my disease in kisses,
Glazed calico cloth, my this is,
to Pablo Fanque's in indigo,
We'll show you shades of rhyme.

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

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

Careless, caress, curl up me,
Visit, and smile, and drown me,
March together, like Nero,
We'll show you something you
(Originally was "Now we have something you understand.")

Oh! the clown, his is eyeless,
Shall he make you or cry, yes,
together, slay like Nero,
We'll show you you understand.

The other verses are 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,
Shall we to speak of Holly,
I don't wanna be superhero,
'Til you something we understand.

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