Luyện nghe bài hát You're the Top

At poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have it best,
of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em unexpressed.
I hate my serenading
As I'll probably a bar,
But if this is not so pretty,
At least it'll tell you how you are.

You're the top! the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Museum,
a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a bonnet, a Shakespeart sonnet,
Mickey Mouse.
You're the Nile, You're the of Pisa,
the smile on the Mona Lisa.
I'm a check, a total wreck, a flop,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
the top!

Your words poetic are not
On the other hand, boy, you
And I can feel after line
A thrill divine my spine.
Now gifted humans like Vincent
think that your song is bad,
But for a who's just rehearsin'
Well I gotta say this my

You're the top! You're Ghandi.
You're the top! You're brandy.
the purple light of a summer night in Spain,
You're the National Gall'ry, You're sal'ry,
cellophane.
You're sublime, You're a dinner.
the time of the Derby winner.
I'm a toy that is fated soon to pop.
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
the top!

You're the top! a Ritz hot toddy.
You're the top! You're a body.
You're the boats that on the sleepy Zuider Zee,
You're a Panning, You're Bishop Manning,
broccoli.
You're a prize, You're a at Coney,
You're the eyes of Bordoni,
I'm a doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
the top.

You're the top! an Arrow collar.
You're the top! You're a dollar.
You're the nimble tread of the feet of Astaire,
You're an O'Neill drama, You're mama,
Camembert.
You're a rose, You're Dante,
the nost of the great Durante.
I'm in the way, as the French would say
"De trop,"
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
the top.

You're the top! a Waldorf salad.
You're the top! a Berlin ballad.
You're a baby grand of a and a gent.
an old dutch master, You're Mrs. Aster,
Pepsodent.
You're romance, the steppes of Russia,
the pants on a Roxy usher.
I'm a lazy lout that's about to stop,
But if Baby, I'm the bottom,
the top!

You're the top! a dance in Bali.
You're the top! a hot tamale.
an angel, you simply too, too, too divine,
You're a Botticelli, You're Keats, Shelley,
Ovaltine.
You're a boon, the dam at Boulder,
You're the moon over Mae shoulder.
I'm a of the G.O.P. or GOP,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
the top!

You're the top! You're the of Babel.
You're the top! the Whitney Stable.
By the River Rhine, You're a sturdy of beer,
a dress from Saks's, You're next year's taxes,'
stratosphere.
You're my thoist, a Drumstick Lipstick,
You're the foist in the svipstick,
I'm a frightened frog can find no log to hop,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
the top!