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 the ladies, while they criticize the Lords
Boasting of the murder of the very that pour
And the victims to giggle, for at least they are not bored

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

The is enormous, she fills the room with perfume
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 seems to blink
And she promises to talk to you if you promise not to

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

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

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

The egos like light bulbs, so bright you cannot see them
each other blinder than a sandbox
All the fury of an argument, holding back their
A challenge shakes the chandeliers, the swords are drawn
To the go the hangups, to the victor go the hangers on

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

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

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

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 closed as she rides away a foreign legionnaire

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

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

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

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

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