Luyện nghe bài hát The Party

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

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

The hostess is enormous, she fills the with perfume
She meets the and smothers them with greetings.
And she asks, "How are you" and she them a drink
The countess of the social grace, who never seems to
And she promises to talk to you if you promise not to

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

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

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

The egos shine like light bulbs, so you cannot see them
Blind each blinder than a sandbox
All the fury of an argument, 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 shoulders had to
As I crawled beneath the rug and my piano

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

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

The wallflower is waiting, she hides behind composure,
She'd to dance and prays that no one asks her
Then she steals a glance at while her fingers tease her hair
And she marvels at the confidence of those who hide fears
her eyes are closed as she rides away 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
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 boudoir of his
Then he wraps himself a tablecloth and pretends he is a bed

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

Oh, the must be over, even the losers are leaving
But just one doubt is nagging at my caustic
So I snuck up close me and I gave myself a kiss
And I led myself to the mirror to 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 my piano