Luyện nghe bài hát The Party

The fire-breathing rebels 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 learn to giggle, for at least they are not

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

The hostess is enormous, she fills the room with
She meets the guests and smothers with greetings.
And she asks, "How are you" and she offers a drink
The of the social grace, who never 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 hour is in the present
She surrounds herself with those who surrender
in her flattery, she's a trophy-prize, caressed
Protected by a face, sometimes cursed, sometimes blessed
And staring down their desires
While they're staring down her

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

The shine like light bulbs, so bright you cannot see them
Blind other blinder than a sandbox
All the fury of an argument, back their yawns
A challenge shakes the chandeliers, the selfish swords are
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

travel to the table, the host is served for supper
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 other they will
they pick their teeth and they squelch a belch saying
"Darling, you divine"

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

The wallflower is waiting, she hides 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 confidence of those who their fears
Then her eyes are closed as she rides away with a legionnaire

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

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

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

Oh, the party be over, even the losers are leaving
But one doubt is nagging at my caustic mind
So I up close 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 who was writing songs like this

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