Luyện nghe bài hát The Party

The fire-breathing arrive at the party early
Their khaki coats are hung in the near the fur
Asking handouts from the ladies, while criticize the Lords
Boasting of the of the very hands that pour
And the victims to giggle, for at least 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 the guests and smothers them with 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 herself with who would surrender
in her flattery, she's a trophy-prize, caressed
Protected by a face, sometimes cursed, sometimes blessed
And she's down their desires
While they're staring down her

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

The egos shine light bulbs, so bright you cannot see them
Blind each other than a sandbox
All the of an argument, holding back their yawns
A challenge the chandeliers, the selfish swords are drawn
To the loser go the hangups, to the go the hangers on

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

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

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

The wallflower is waiting, she hides composure, composure
She'd love to dance and prays that no one her
Then she steals a glance at lovers while her fingers her hair
And she at the confidence of those who hide their fears
Then her eyes are closed as she away with a foreign legionnaire

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

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

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

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

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