Luyện nghe bài hát The Party

The fire-breathing rebels arrive at the early
Their khaki coats are hung in the closet the fur
handouts from the ladies, while they criticize the Lords
Boasting of the murder of the very hands pour
And the victims learn to giggle, for at least are not bored

And my shoulders had to
As I crawled beneath the rug and my piano

The hostess is enormous, she fills the room perfume
She meets the guests and smothers them greetings.
And she asks, "How are you" and she offers a drink
The countess of the social grace, who seems to blink
And she promises to to you if you promise not to think

And my shoulders had to
As I crawled beneath the rug and retuned my

The beauty of the hour is blazing in the
She herself with those who would surrender
Floating in her flattery, a trophy-prize, caressed
Protected by a face, sometimes cursed, sometimes blessed
And staring down their desires
While they're down her dress

And my had to shrug
As I crawled the rug and retuned my piano

The egos shine like light bulbs, so bright you cannot see
Blind each other than a sandbox
All the fury of an argument, holding back their
A shakes the chandeliers, the selfish swords are drawn
To the go the hangups, to the victor go the hangers on

And my shoulders had to
As I crawled the rug and retuned my piano

They to the table, the host is served for supper
And they each other down for salt and pepper
And the conversation sparkles as their wits are in wine
Dinosaurs on a diet, on each they will dine
Then they pick teeth and they squelch a belch saying
"Darling, you divine"

And my shoulders had to
As I beneath the rug and retuned my piano

The wallflower is waiting, she behind composure, composure
She'd love to dance and that no one asks her
Then she steals a glance at while her fingers tease her hair
And she marvels at the confidence of those who their fears
Then her eyes are closed as she rides away with a foreign

And my shoulders had to
As I crawled the rug and retuned my piano

Romeo is reeling, counting notches on his
Searching for one hundred and
And he's charming as a as he leads you to his web
Seducing queens and gypsy girls in the of his head
Then he himself with a tablecloth and pretends he is a bed

And my had to shrug
As I crawled beneath the rug and retuned my

Oh, the party must be over, even the losers are
But one doubt is nagging at my caustic mind
So I snuck up close behind me and I gave a kiss
And I led myself to the mirror to what I had missed
There I saw a laughing maniac who was writing songs like

And my shoulders had to
As I crawled the rug and retuned my piano