Luyện nghe bài hát Supermodel

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

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

Found a willow to sit down
And do the Thunder Bay a
While the wind was soft
Poor Wendy 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
Chili dog's finer

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And she was everywhere
I little girls wanted to be like her
Little boys 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, missed those coconut cake cucumbers
And made out one giant missile on the top of her forehead
Poor little couldn't do a thing about it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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