Luyện nghe bài hát You're the Top

At words poetic, I'm so
That I have found it best,
Instead of '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 it'll tell you how great you are.

You're the top! the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Museum,
You're a melody from a by Strauss,
You're a bonnet, a Shakespeart sonnet,
Mickey Mouse.
You're the Nile, the Tow'r 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 poetic are not pathetic
On the other hand, boy, you
And I can after every line
A divine down my spine.
Now gifted humans like Youmans
Might that your song is bad,
But for a person who's just
I gotta say this my lad:

You're the top! You're Ghandi.
You're the top! You're 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.
the time of the Derby winner.
I'm a toy balloon that is fated to pop.
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
the top!

You're the top! You're a hot toddy.
You're the top! You're a body.
You're the that glide on the sleepy Zuider Zee,
You're a Nathan Panning, Bishop Manning,
broccoli.
You're a prize, a night at Coney,
You're the 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 tread of the feet of Fred Astaire,
You're an O'Neill drama, Whistler's 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.
the top! You're a Berlin ballad.
You're a grand of a lady and a gent.
an old dutch master, You're Mrs. Aster,
Pepsodent.
You're romance, You're the of Russia,
You're the pants on a usher.
I'm a lout that's just about to stop,
But if Baby, I'm the bottom,
the top!

You're the top! You're a in Bali.
the top! You're a hot tamale.
You're an angel, you too, too, too divine,
You're a Botticelli, You're Keats, Shelley,
Ovaltine.
You're a boon, the dam at Boulder,
You're the over 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.
the top! You're the Whitney Stable.
By the River Rhine, You're a stein of beer,
You're a dress Saks's, You're next year's taxes,'
stratosphere.
You're my thoist, a Drumstick Lipstick,
You're the in the Irish svipstick,
I'm a frightened frog that can no log to hop,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
the top!