Luyện nghe bài hát The Party

The fire-breathing rebels arrive at the early
Their khaki coats are hung in the closet the fur
Asking handouts from the ladies, while they criticize the
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 retuned my

The hostess is enormous, she fills the room with
She meets the guests and smothers them greetings.
And she asks, "How are you" and she them a drink
The of the social grace, who never seems 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 is blazing in the present
She surrounds herself those 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 their
they're staring down her dress

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

The egos like light bulbs, so bright you cannot see them
Blind each other than a sandbox
All the fury of an argument, holding back 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 the rug and retuned my piano

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

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

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

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

Romeo is reeling, notches on his thighbone
for one hundred and eleven
And he's charming as a as he leads you to his web
Seducing queens and girls in the boudoir of his head
Then he wraps with a tablecloth 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 is nagging at my caustic mind
So I snuck up close me and I gave myself a kiss
And I led myself to the mirror to what I had missed
There I saw a laughing maniac who was writing like this

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