Luyện nghe bài hát The Party

The fire-breathing arrive at the party early
Their khaki are hung in the closet near the fur
handouts from the ladies, while they criticize the Lords
Boasting of the murder of the hands that pour
And the victims to giggle, for at least they 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 with greetings.
And she asks, "How are you" and she them 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 shoulders had to
As I crawled beneath the rug and my piano

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

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

The egos shine like bulbs, so bright you cannot see them
Blind each blinder than a sandbox
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 crawled beneath the rug and retuned my

They travel to the table, the is served for supper
And they pass each down for salt and pepper
And the conversation sparkles as wits are dipped in wine
on a diet, on each other they will dine
Then they pick teeth and they squelch a belch 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
love to dance and prays that no one asks her
Then she steals a glance at lovers her fingers tease her hair
And she marvels at the confidence of those who hide their
Then her eyes are as she rides away with a foreign legionnaire

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

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 in the boudoir of his head
Then he himself with a tablecloth and pretends he is a bed

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

Oh, the party must be over, the losers are leaving
But one doubt is nagging at my caustic 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
I saw a laughing maniac who was writing songs like this

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