Luyện nghe bài hát Parade

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

everybody in this
is turning brown, summertime
c'mon down we're having a
don't your phone, let it sing
and the orchestra of rings
that will be our soundtrack for

a million people realize better things to do
than wasting their whole lives accessible to you
like off their clothes and marching down the avenue
singing "i'm in new york city, i look so pretty? hey!"

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

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

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

it's summertime in new york
and the people aren't just old pretty
they're hot as hell, i think i'm gonna
the junkies and the hari krishnas
and the guy who spray paints systems
on the backs of plastic plates

it's so hot you fry an egg
on the back of the humping my leg
i like it, what more can i say?
here comes hot dog in her wig
she's three times a lady, like a pig
the sun is shining everything's

a million people realize a on someone's face
is even more contagious west nile or sars or aids
and what makes 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
his butt and picked it up
and gave it back and "hey pops,
c'mon down we're a parade,
down we're having a parade,
c'mon we're having a parade,
woohoo! hey!!!"