Luyện nghe bài hát The Party

The fire-breathing rebels at the party early
Their khaki 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 victims learn to giggle, for at they are not bored

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

The hostess is enormous, she fills the with perfume
She meets the guests and them with greetings.
And she asks, "How are you" and she offers a drink
The countess of the social grace, who never 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 with those who would surrender
Floating in her flattery, she's a trophy-prize,
Protected by a pretty face, sometimes cursed, sometimes
And she's staring their desires
While staring down her dress

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

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

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

They travel to the table, the host is served for
And they pass each other down for and pepper
And the conversation as their wits are dipped in wine
Dinosaurs on a diet, on each other they 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 behind composure,
She'd to dance and prays that no one asks her
Then she a glance at lovers while her fingers tease her hair
And she at the confidence of those who hide their fears
Then her eyes are closed as she rides with a foreign legionnaire

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

Romeo is reeling, notches on his thighbone
for one hundred and eleven
And he's as a child 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 had to shrug
As I crawled beneath the rug and my piano

Oh, the party must be over, even the losers are
But just one doubt is nagging at my mind
So I snuck up behind me and I gave myself a kiss
And I led to the mirror to expose what I had missed
There I saw a laughing who was writing songs like this

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