Luyện nghe bài hát Supermodel

Ooh, look at all this company 'round tonight
Even Catherine O'Hara's by to say hello
You really wanna
Well, I'll tell you, might have to pour
Another moonshine, here we go

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

Found a weeping 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 Pepper
At the All In This Together Diner'
Yeah, the pea soup was fine, the corn cob on
dog's even finer

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

"In to the clouds
And the colony of eyes
That day we love
I'm going to call my little child Jones"

(Hey supermodel, set the of us free)
Which is exactly happened
(There ain't no in the bottle or in that magazine)
Let me ask you one question and it
(Hey supermodel)
What's it like being

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

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

says the customer is always right
The customers here are men
And though it seem
From 2 to 16, all men do is dream
Of falling in love, just like

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

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

And she was everywhere
I mean little girls wanted to be her
boys wanted to be with her
And even mothers somehow altered physique
Just to be a little to what Amber represented

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

And her poor career went kinda
As the people her hotel room penthouse cried out
Well, you what they cried out

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

Shackles, shackles, on my heart
I loved you from the first day, from the start
But you left, it theft 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 city 'cause you of flight
But it's Timber, watch trees that are falling
Pretty little princess no one to call

It's a small town, now girl, it doesn't so small
First love, fifth grade, first kiss at the with me
Y'all, check it with the degrees, bring it on the MIC
the man's on his knees
Small ways in the G's from grade
Bring me back sunny days, we's that praise,

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

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