Luyện nghe bài hát Parade

white man in pants was dancing
out and lost his ass
a little black on black rollerblades
found his butt and it up
and gave it back and "hey pops,
down we're having a parade!"

everybody in town
is turning brown, summertime
c'mon down we're a parade
answer your phone, let it sing
and join the orchestra of
will be our soundtrack for today

a million people there's better things to do
than wasting their whole lives being to you
like throwing off their clothes and marching the avenue
singing "i'm in new york city, don't i so pretty? hey!"

mike bloomberg and jackson
sit in tompkins square
reach a stalemate start another
jessica, tawana,
and the indian jane
mr. softies in the shade

a big fat in a thong
and a college with nothing on
share a over a lemonade
seven foot trading tricks
with men on pogo sticks
everyone's invited, hip hooray!

a million realizing that reality
is much more real outside door than it is on TV
a of specimens have taken to the street
singing "i'm in new york city, don't i look so hey!"

it's summertime in new york
and the people just plain old pretty
they're hot as hell, i think i'm faint
even the junkies and the hari
and the guy who paints solar systems
on the of plastic paper plates

so hot you could fry an egg
on the back of the pit-bull my leg
i kinda like it, what more can i
'cept here hot dog in her wig
three times a lady, sweating like a pig
the sun is everything's okay

a million people realize a smile on face
is even more contagious than west nile or sars or
and makes people smile more than a big parade
the streets of new york city
where so pretty
life to be so shitty
but summertime, summertime, summertime, wooooooooo!!!!!!

white man in white pants was
inside out and his ass
a little black girl on black
found his and picked it up
and gave it back and "hey pops,
c'mon we're having a parade,
down we're having a parade,
c'mon down we're a parade,
woohoo! hey!!!"