Luyện nghe bài hát Supermodel

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

Was a sweet and May
In the of Thunder Bay
Dale and Wendy Day
Went out to Sweet Lake

Found a weeping to sit down
And do the Thunder Bay a
While the wind was soft
Poor Wendy just had to break

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

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

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

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

Now, everyone
That if going to run a successful cafe
You have to hire the prettiest

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

Ralph the customer is always right
The customers here are men
And it don't seem
From 2 to 16, all men do is dream
Of falling in love, just women

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

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

And she was just
I mean little wanted to be like her
Little wanted to be with her
And even mothers somehow their physique
Just to be a little close to what Amber

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

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

(Hey supermodel, set the of us free)
Sing along me gals
(There no genie in the bottle, or in that magazine)
(Hey supermodel)
What's it being a teen dream?

Shackles, shackles, on my heart
I loved you 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 shine of the night,
You dreamed of the city 'cause you of flight
But it's Timber, watch these trees that are
Pretty little princess with no one to

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

Y'all tripping through the everyday
In the mind the grape from the vine that was mine
Come back, y'all, to the very day that we met
I must call it theft, y'all

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