Luyện nghe bài hát You're the Top

At poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I have found it best,
Instead of 'em off my chest,
To let 'em unexpressed.
I parading my serenading
As I'll probably a bar,
But if ditty is not so pretty,
At it'll tell you how great you are.

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

Your words are not pathetic
On the other hand, boy, you
And I can feel every line
A divine down my spine.
Now gifted humans like Vincent
Might that your song is bad,
But for a who's just rehearsin'
Well I say this my lad:

You're the top! You're Ghandi.
You're the top! Napolean brandy.
You're the purple light of a summer in Spain,
You're the Gall'ry, You're Garbo's sal'ry,
cellophane.
You're sublime, a turkey dinner.
You're the of the Derby winner.
I'm a toy balloon that is 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 glide on the sleepy Zuider Zee,
a Nathan Panning, You're Bishop Manning,
broccoli.
You're a prize, You're a at Coney,
the eyes of Irene Bordoni,
I'm a doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
the top.

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

You're the top! You're a salad.
You're the top! You're a ballad.
You're a baby grand of a and a gent.
You're an old dutch master, Mrs. Aster,
Pepsodent.
You're romance, the steppes of Russia,
You're the on a Roxy usher.
I'm a lazy lout that's just 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, Keats, You're Shelley,
Ovaltine.
You're a boon, the dam at Boulder,
You're the moon Mae West's shoulder.
I'm a of the G.O.P. or GOP,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
the top!

You're the top! the Tower of Babel.
You're the top! the Whitney Stable.
By the River Rhine, a sturdy stein of beer,
You're a 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 that can no log to hop,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
the top!