Luyện nghe bài hát Supermodel

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

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

Found a weeping willow to sit
And do the Bay a go-go
While the was real soft
Poor Wendy just had to break

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ralph says the customer is always
The customers here are men
And it don't seem
From 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 impressed with poses
He said, "Come over here, missy, I got a 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 girls to be like her
boys wanted to be with her
And mothers somehow altered their physique
Just to be a little close to what represented

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

And her poor career kinda downhill
As the people outside her hotel room penthouse out
Well, you know what 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 like being a teen

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

Bright lights in the glitter, the of the night, right
You dreamed of the city 'cause you dreamed of
But Timber, watch these trees that are falling
Pretty princess with no one to call

a small town, now girl, it doesn't seem so small
First love, fifth grade, first kiss at the mall 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 grade
Bring me back sunny days, that praise, haze

Y'all tripping through the maze
In the mind want the grape 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 with saying, please
Princess, y'all, my supermodel
Bring you back, princess
'Cause I like to rock world
One time, smooth, sweet like