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

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

The hostess is enormous, she the room 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 seems to blink
And she promises to 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 those who would surrender
Floating in her flattery, a trophy-prize, caressed
by a pretty face, sometimes cursed, sometimes blessed
And she's staring down their
While they're down her dress

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Romeo is reeling, counting on his thighbone
for one hundred and eleven
And he's charming as a as he leads you to his web
queens and gypsy girls in the boudoir of his head
Then he himself with a tablecloth and pretends he is a bed

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

Oh, the party must be over, even the 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 what I had missed
There I saw a maniac who was writing songs like this

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