Luyện nghe bài hát The Party

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

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

The is enormous, she fills the room with perfume
She meets the guests and smothers with greetings.
And she asks, "How are you" and she offers a drink
The of the social grace, who never seems to blink
And she promises to talk to you if you promise not to

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

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

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

The egos shine light bulbs, so bright you cannot see them
Blind other blinder than a sandbox
All the fury of an argument, holding back yawns
A challenge the chandeliers, the selfish swords are drawn
To the loser go the hangups, to the victor go the on

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

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

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

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

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

Romeo is reeling, counting notches on his
Searching for one and eleven
And charming as a child as he leads you to his web
Seducing and gypsy girls in the boudoir of his head
Then he wraps himself with a and pretends he is a bed

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

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

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