Luyện nghe bài hát Supermodel

Ooh, look at all this company coming 'round
Catherine O'Hara's come by to say hello
You wanna know?
Well, I'll you, might have to pour myself
Another little moonshine, we go

Was a and frosty May
In the town of Bay
When and Wendy Day
Went out to brush Lake

a weeping willow to sit down
And do the Bay a go-go
While the wind was real
Poor little just had to break

Later on that month, Dale went for lunch
At the All In This Together Diner'
Yeah, the pea soup was fine, the cob on time
dog's even finer

The real reason was that Wendy was working
Two little kids just couldn't get enough of other
Dale broke out like a man and
"Wendy, I think I want to take hand
And make children, live beyond the sand"

"In respect to the
And the colony of your
That day we made
I'm going to call my child Amber Jones"

(Hey supermodel, set the of us free)
Which is exactly what
(There no genie in the bottle or in that magazine)
Let me ask you one and it goes
(Hey supermodel)
What's it like being

Now, everyone
That if you're going to run a successful
You have to hire the prettiest

Amber out had been working
At the Caf
Just her mother did 20 years earlier
And it boils down to this very doctrine
by Ralph Habbasham, the owner

Ralph the customer is always right
The here are mostly men
And though it seem
table 2 to 16, all men do is dream
Of falling in love, like women

Now watching from table 20 was a man New York city
Who is most impressed with poses
He said, "Come here, missy, I got a kind of proposition
That is, if you're to listen"

(Hey supermodel, set the of us free)
(There ain't no in the bottle or in that magazine)
Come me
(Hey supermodel)

And she was everywhere
I little girls wanted to be like her
Little wanted to be with her
And even mothers somehow altered physique
Just to be a little close to Amber represented

One day Amber, who the Sweetbrush diner
Where she used to work, missed those coconut cake cucumbers
And out with one giant missile on the top of her forehead
Poor little Amber couldn't do a thing it

And her poor went kinda downhill
As the outside her hotel room penthouse cried out
Well, you know they cried out

(Hey supermodel, set the of us free)
Sing along me gals
(There ain't no in the bottle, or in that magazine)
(Hey supermodel)
What's it being a teen dream?

Shackles, shackles, on my heart
I you from the very first day, from the start
But you left, call it of the heart, bring me back the spark
Pretty girl, princess, that is left

Bright lights in the glitter, the of the night, right
You dreamed of the 'cause you dreamed of flight
But it's Timber, watch trees that are falling
little princess with no one to call

It's a small town, now girl, it seem so small
First love, fifth grade, first kiss at the with me
Y'all, check it the degrees, bring it back on the MIC
'Cause the man's on his
Small town ways in the G's from
Bring me sunny days, we's that praise, haze

tripping through the maze everyday
In the mind want the grape from the vine that was
back, y'all, to the very first day that we met
'Cause I must it theft, y'all

Protection and selection of my
Poet on the mic with degrees saying,
Princess, y'all, my girl
Bring you back, princess
'Cause I like to rock your
One time, smooth, sweet wine