Luyện nghe bài hát The Bridesmaid Dress Song

My cousin Mary is a real good friend so she's a for the tenth time
They say that is blind 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 dollars later you will end up with a gown 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 can't believe it, but one wins the one for the most piteous."
I said, "You've got a wide brimmed melon hat,
be worse than that."

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

Someday, jumbo butt bows, will be the rage what my hunch is
And someday, jade silk 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 satin, I'm telling you girl,
You'll use that again.

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

Hey jumbo 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, they'll go and me a boat
And I'll be again.
I'm sure that this skirt will yield full sails, HEY!
I'm this dress again.

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

Well, a squall came from the south, the handsome surgeon's boat took
He prepared himself to die the wreck
But as his head was going under, he heard, "grab this butt bow
And our true love pulled him from the turgid waters safely up her deck.
They married two weeks 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!"
Will you be my bridesmaid answers, "Sure!"

Just dress me in one hundred butt bows! And all the pastel gear
Sure! I'd love a hoop skirt! I want to buy another oddly brassiere.
It needs more rhinestones I think, a tiara might help,
this dress needs is a train!"
So take a page from Mary, she's doing
Though you might feel foolish, you look like hell
trash that satin, you never can tell, girls,
You'll use dress again.