Luyện nghe bài hát Supermodel

Ooh, look at all this coming 'round tonight
Even Catherine come by to say hello
You really wanna
Well, tell you, might have to pour myself
little moonshine, here we go

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

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

The real reason was that was working counter
Two little kids just get enough of each other
Dale out like a man and said
"Wendy, I think I want to take your
And make children, live beyond the sand"

"In respect to the
And the of your eyes
day we made 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 in the bottle or in that magazine)
Let me ask you one and it goes
(Hey supermodel)
What's it being pretty?

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

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

Ralph says the customer is right
The customers here are men
And though it 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 Amber's poses
He said, "Come here, missy, I got a kind of proposition
is, if you're willing 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 everywhere
I mean girls wanted to be like her
Little boys to be with her
And even mothers somehow their physique
Just to be a little close to what represented

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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