Luyện nghe bài hát The Party

The fire-breathing rebels arrive at the early
Their khaki are hung in the closet near the fur
Asking handouts from the ladies, while criticize the Lords
Boasting of the murder of the hands that pour
And the victims learn to giggle, for at 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 them 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 to you if you promise not to think

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

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

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

The egos like light bulbs, so bright you cannot see them
Blind each other blinder a sandbox
All the fury of an argument, holding back their
A challenge shakes the chandeliers, the selfish are drawn
To the loser go the hangups, to the go the hangers 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 other down for and pepper
And the conversation sparkles as their are dipped in wine
Dinosaurs on a diet, on each other they will
Then they pick their teeth and they squelch a belch
"Darling, you divine"

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

The is waiting, she hides behind composure, 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 marvels at the confidence of those who hide their
Then her eyes are closed as she rides away a foreign legionnaire

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

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

And my shoulders had to
As I crawled 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 expose what I had
There I saw a laughing maniac who was songs like this

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