Luyện nghe bài hát The Party

The rebels arrive at the party early
Their khaki coats are hung in the closet 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 shoulders had to
As I crawled beneath the rug and my piano

The is enormous, she fills the room with 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 never 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 of the hour is blazing in the present
She surrounds herself with those who would
Floating in her flattery, she's a trophy-prize,
Protected by a face, sometimes cursed, sometimes blessed
And staring down their desires
they're staring down her dress

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

The egos shine like light bulbs, so bright you cannot see
Blind each other blinder than a
All the of an argument, holding back their yawns
A challenge 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 beneath the rug and my piano

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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