Luyện nghe bài hát The Party

The fire-breathing rebels arrive at the early
Their coats are hung in the closet 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 shoulders had to
As I crawled the rug and retuned my piano

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

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

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

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

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

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

They travel to the table, the host is for supper
And they pass each other for salt and pepper
And the conversation sparkles as wits are dipped in wine
Dinosaurs on a diet, on each other will dine
Then pick their 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 is waiting, she hides behind composure, composure
She'd to dance and prays that no one asks her
she steals a glance at lovers while her fingers tease her hair
And she marvels at the confidence of those who hide their
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

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

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

Oh, the must be over, even the losers are leaving
But just one doubt is nagging at my caustic
So I snuck up behind me and I gave myself a kiss
And I led to the mirror to expose 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 retuned my