Luyện nghe bài hát The Party

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

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

The hostess is enormous, she the room with perfume
She the guests and smothers them with greetings.
And she asks, "How are you" and she offers a drink
The of the social grace, who never seems to blink
And she to talk to you if you promise not to think

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

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

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

The shine like light bulbs, so bright you cannot see them
Blind each blinder than a sandbox
All the fury of an argument, holding back yawns
A shakes 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 beneath the rug and retuned my piano

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

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

The wallflower is waiting, she hides composure, composure
She'd to dance and prays that no one asks her
Then she steals a at lovers while her fingers tease her hair
And she at the confidence of those who hide their fears
Then her eyes are as she rides away with 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 and eleven
And charming as a child as he leads you to his web
Seducing queens and gypsy girls in the of his head
Then he wraps himself a tablecloth and pretends he is a bed

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

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

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