Luyện nghe bài hát The Party

The rebels arrive at the party early
Their khaki are hung in the closet near the fur
Asking handouts from the ladies, they criticize the Lords
Boasting of the of the very hands that pour
And the victims learn to giggle, for at they are not bored

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

The hostess is enormous, she the room with perfume
She meets the guests and smothers them greetings.
And she asks, "How are you" and she offers them a
The countess of the social grace, who 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 beauty of the is blazing in the present
She surrounds 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 staring their desires
While staring down her dress

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

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

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

The wallflower is waiting, she behind composure, composure
love to dance and prays that no one asks her
Then she steals a at lovers while her fingers tease her hair
And she marvels at the of those who hide their fears
her eyes are closed as she rides away with a foreign legionnaire

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

Romeo is reeling, counting notches on his
Searching for one hundred and
And charming as a child as he leads you to his web
Seducing and gypsy girls in the boudoir of his head
he wraps himself with a tablecloth and pretends he is a bed

And my had to shrug
As I beneath the rug and retuned 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 behind me and I myself a kiss
And I led to the mirror to expose what I had missed
There I saw a laughing maniac who was songs like this

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