Luyện nghe bài hát The Bridesmaid Dress Song

My cousin Mary is a real friend so she's a bridesmaid for the tenth time
They say that love is blind and a to be can prove it
cause what they pick for bridesmaids is a heinous crime.
She pays 300 for a dress the bride 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 and rhinestones, tuck in the sash and dye it black, well then, 500 dollars 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 came in and said,
"I believe it, but this one wins the one for the most piteous."
I said, "You've got a wide brimmed hat, nothing
be worse than that."

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

Someday, jumbo butt bows, will be the rage that's my hunch is
And someday, silk long gloves
Will be the dress for corporate lunches.
They brought the bellbottoms back , we said it couldn't be
It's a question of when.
Don't trash that satin, I'm you girl,
use that dress again.

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

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

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

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

Just me in one hundred butt 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 needs is a train!"
So take a page from Mary, doing well
you might feel foolish, you might look like hell
Don't that satin, you never can tell, girls,
You'll use dress again.