Luyện nghe bài hát The Party

The rebels arrive at the party early
khaki coats are hung in the closet near the fur
Asking handouts from the ladies, while criticize the Lords
Boasting of the murder of the very hands that
And the victims learn to giggle, for at they are not bored

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

The hostess is enormous, she 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 seems to
And she promises to to you if you promise not to think

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

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, cursed, sometimes blessed
And she's staring down desires
While staring down her dress

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Romeo is reeling, counting notches on his
Searching for one hundred and
And he's charming as a child as he you to his web
Seducing queens and gypsy in the boudoir of his head
he wraps himself with a tablecloth 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 one doubt is nagging at my caustic mind
So I snuck up close behind me and I gave myself a
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 had to shrug
As I crawled beneath the rug and my piano