Luyện nghe bài hát The Party

The fire-breathing rebels arrive at the party
khaki coats are hung in the closet near the fur
Asking from the ladies, while they criticize the Lords
Boasting of the murder of the very that pour
And the learn to giggle, for at least they 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 with
She meets the guests and smothers with greetings.
And she asks, "How are you" and she offers them a
The countess of the social grace, who never to blink
And she promises to talk to you if you not to think

And my had to shrug
As I crawled the rug and retuned 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, cursed, sometimes blessed
And she's staring down their
While 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 fury of an argument, back their yawns
A challenge shakes the chandeliers, the selfish are drawn
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 served for
And they pass other down for salt and pepper
And the conversation sparkles as their are dipped in wine
Dinosaurs on a diet, on each they will dine
Then they pick their and they squelch a belch saying
"Darling, you divine"

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

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

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

Romeo is reeling, notches on his thighbone
Searching for one hundred and
And he's as a child as he leads you to his web
queens and gypsy girls in the boudoir of his head
Then he wraps himself a tablecloth and pretends he is a bed

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

Oh, the party must be over, even the 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 to expose what I had missed
There I saw a laughing maniac who was songs like this

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