Luyện nghe bài hát Parade

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

everybody in this
is turning brown, it's
down we're having a parade
don't answer phone, let it sing
and the orchestra of rings
that be our soundtrack for today

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

mike bloomberg and jesse
sit in square relaxin'
reach a stalemate another game
jessica, tawana,
and the indian fonda
eating mr. softies in the

a big fat mama in a
and a girl with nothing on
share a laugh a lemonade
seven foot trannies trading
with business men on pogo
everyone's invited, hip hooray!

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

it's summertime in new city
and the people just plain old pretty
hot as hell, i think i'm gonna faint
even the junkies and the krishnas
and the guy who spray paints solar
on the backs of plastic paper

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

a million people realize a smile on face
is more contagious than west nile or sars or aids
and what makes people smile more than a big
through the streets of new york
where everyone's so
life to be so shitty
but summertime, summertime, summertime, wooooooooo!!!!!!

white man in white pants was
out and lost his ass
a little black on black rollerblades
his butt and picked it up
and gave it and said "hey pops,
c'mon we're having a parade,
down we're having a parade,
c'mon down having a parade,
woohoo! hey!!!"