Luyện nghe bài hát The Party

The fire-breathing rebels arrive at the early
Their khaki coats are hung in the closet the fur
Asking handouts from the ladies, they 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 had to shrug
As I beneath the rug and retuned my piano

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 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 my piano

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

And my shoulders had to
As I crawled 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 shakes the chandeliers, the selfish swords are
To the loser go the hangups, to the go the hangers on

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

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

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

The wallflower is waiting, she hides behind composure,
She'd love to dance and that no one asks her
she steals a glance at lovers while her fingers tease her hair
And she marvels at the confidence of 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

is reeling, counting notches on his thighbone
Searching for one hundred and
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 shoulders had to
As I crawled the rug and retuned my piano

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

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