Luyện nghe bài hát Supermodel

Ooh, at all this company coming 'round tonight
Even Catherine come by to say hello
You wanna know?
Well, I'll tell you, might have to myself
Another little moonshine, we go

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

Found a willow to sit down
And do the Thunder Bay a
While the wind was real
Poor little Wendy just had to

Later on month, Dale went for Pepper lunch
At the 'We're All In Together Diner'
Yeah, the pea soup was fine, the corn cob on
Chili even finer

The real reason was that was working counter
Two kids just couldn't get enough of each other
Dale broke out 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 made
I'm to call my little child Amber Jones"

(Hey supermodel, set the of us free)
is exactly what happened
(There ain't no 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 to run a successful cafe
You to hire the prettiest waitress

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

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

Now from table 20 was a man from New York city
Who is most with Amber's 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 no genie in the bottle or in that magazine)
with me
(Hey supermodel)

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

One day Amber, who the Sweetbrush diner
Where she used to work, really missed those cake cucumbers
And made out with one missile on the top of her forehead
Poor little Amber do a thing about it

And her poor career went kinda
As the people her hotel room penthouse cried out
Well, you know what they 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 like being a dream?

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

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

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

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

Protection and of my memories
Poet on the mic degrees saying, please
Princess, y'all, my girl
Bring you back, pretty
'Cause I to rock your world
One time, smooth, like wine