Luyện nghe bài hát The Party

The fire-breathing rebels arrive at the early
Their coats are hung in the closet near the fur
Asking handouts from the ladies, they criticize the Lords
of the murder of the very hands that pour
And the victims learn to giggle, for at they are not bored

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

The hostess is enormous, she fills the with perfume
She meets the guests and smothers them 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 had to shrug
As I crawled beneath the rug and retuned my

The beauty of the hour is blazing in the
She surrounds with those who would surrender
Floating in her flattery, she's a trophy-prize,
Protected by a pretty face, sometimes cursed, sometimes
And staring down their desires
While they're staring down her

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

The egos shine like light bulbs, so bright you see them
Blind each blinder than a sandbox
All the of an argument, holding back their yawns
A shakes 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 the rug and retuned my piano

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

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

The is waiting, she hides behind composure, composure
She'd 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 had to shrug
As I crawled beneath the rug and my piano

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

And my had to shrug
As I crawled the rug and retuned 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 myself a
And I led myself to the mirror to what I had missed
There I saw a laughing maniac who was songs like this

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