Luyện nghe bài hát The Bridesmaid Dress Song

My cousin Mary is a real good friend so she's a bridesmaid for the time
They say that love is and a bride to be can prove it
cause what they pick for bridesmaids is a fashion crime.
She pays 300 dollars for a dress the is claiming,
"If you hem it, you can it as a cocktail dress."

Well, sure.

If you hem it, redesign the sleeves, tear off the bows and rhinestones, tuck in the sash and dye it black, well then, 500 later you will end up with a gown that is quite obviously a bridesmaid dress altered to be worn as a cocktail dress.

Well, she called me when the dress in and said,
"I can't believe it, but one wins the one for the most piteous."
I said, "You've got a brimmed melon hat, nothing
could be worse that."

But it was. It was hideous.
It was of silken aqua foamy green with lace and ribbons
It was Scarlett crawling back up the dead
And as she her feet into a set of matching four inch heels
For lack of any words I said,

Someday, butt bows, will be the rage that's what my hunch is
And someday, jade long gloves
Will be the power dress for lunches.
They brought the back , we said it couldn't be done
It's just a of when.
Don't trash satin, I'm telling you girl,
You'll use dress again.

The reception was a dinner cruise sailed into the bay,
the lace and ribbons Mary looked divine.
But another psycho who was jealous of her beauty
Lured her up the deck and pushed poor Mary into the brine.
Well, she floated on for because the bustle made her buoyant.
And the sharks could not bite the crinoline skirt.
And her parasol turned over caught her ten quarts of water
Till she landed on the uncharted island, whether beaten but unhurt.
She turned the rhinestones sunward, the made a fire
And the natives were impressed what they saw.
For they dined on wild bobcat Mary with bow and arrow
She'd refashioned from the wire of her under bra and she said,

Hey this butt bow, will make a nifty rescue flag.
And hey, extra bustle, I'll sew into a sleeping bag.
I'll pay the natives fake pearls, go and carve me a boat
And be homeward again.
I'm that this skirt will yield three full sails, HEY!
I'm using dress again.

Well, a Miami plastic surgeon came upon Mary's distress
She'd sent floating out to sea in hat
And as waylaid anchor, he fell instantly in love
And he jumped into his private yacht and set to sail he thought
be at.

Well, a squall from the south, the handsome surgeon's boat took water
He prepared to die amidst the wreck
But as his was going under, he heard, "grab onto this butt bow
And our true love him from the turgid waters safely up onto her deck.
They married two weeks later and our wrote a book
Made 10 million on her video and
And these days someone calls her at her mansion and says, "hey!"
you be my bridesmaid Mary answers, "Sure!"

Just dress me in one hundred bows! And all the matching pastel gear
Sure! I'd love a hoop skirt! I want to buy oddly shaped brassiere.
It needs more rhinestones I think, a nice tiara help,
What this dress is a train!"
So take a from Mary, she's doing well
you might feel foolish, you might look like hell
Don't that satin, you never can tell, girls,
You'll use that again.