Luyện nghe bài hát The Party

The fire-breathing arrive at the party early
Their khaki coats are hung in the closet the fur
Asking handouts from the ladies, while they criticize the
Boasting of the of the very hands that pour
And the victims learn to giggle, for at least are not bored

And my had to shrug
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 them a drink
The countess of the social grace, who never to blink
And she to talk to you if you promise not to think

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

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

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

The egos shine like light bulbs, so bright you cannot see
Blind each other blinder a sandbox
All the fury of an argument, holding back yawns
A shakes 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 salt and
And the conversation sparkles as their are dipped in wine
Dinosaurs on a diet, on other they will dine
Then they pick their teeth and they squelch a belch
"Darling, you divine"

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

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

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

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

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

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