Luyện nghe bài hát The Party

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

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

The hostess is enormous, she fills the room with
She the guests and smothers them with greetings.
And she asks, "How are you" and she them a drink
The countess of the grace, who never seems to blink
And she to talk to you if you promise not to think

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

The beauty of the is blazing in the present
She surrounds herself with who would surrender
Floating in her flattery, she's a trophy-prize,
Protected by a pretty face, sometimes cursed, blessed
And she's staring down their
While staring down 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 each other blinder than a
All the fury of an argument, holding their yawns
A challenge the chandeliers, the selfish swords are drawn
To the loser go the hangups, to the go the hangers on

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

They to the table, the host is served for supper
And they pass each other down for and pepper
And the sparkles as their wits are dipped in wine
Dinosaurs on a diet, on each other they 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 is waiting, she hides behind 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 confidence of who hide their fears
Then her eyes are as she rides away with a foreign legionnaire

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

Romeo is reeling, counting on his thighbone
for one hundred and eleven
And he's charming as a child as he you to his web
Seducing queens and girls in the boudoir of his head
Then he wraps himself with a tablecloth and he is a bed

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

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 myself a kiss
And I led myself to the mirror to expose I had missed
There I saw a laughing maniac who was songs like this

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