Luyện nghe bài hát You're the Top

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

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

Your words are not pathetic
On the hand, boy, you shine
And I can feel every line
A thrill down my spine.
Now gifted like Vincent Youmans
Might think that your is bad,
But for a person who's rehearsin'
I gotta say this my lad:

You're the top! Mahatma Ghandi.
the top! You're Napolean brandy.
You're the light of a summer night in Spain,
You're the National Gall'ry, Garbo's sal'ry,
cellophane.
You're sublime, You're a dinner.
You're the time of the 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! a Brewster body.
You're the boats that on the sleepy Zuider Zee,
You're a Nathan Panning, You're 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! an Arrow collar.
the top! You're a Coolidge dollar.
You're the tread of the feet of Fred Astaire,
You're an drama, You're Whistler's mama,
Camembert.
You're a rose, You're Dante,
the nost of the great Durante.
I'm just in the way, as the French say
"De trop,"
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
the top.

You're the top! a Waldorf salad.
You're the top! You're a ballad.
You're a baby of a lady and a gent.
You're an old dutch master, Mrs. Aster,
Pepsodent.
You're romance, You're the of Russia,
You're the 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! You're a 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 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! You're the of Babel.
You're the top! You're the Stable.
By the River Rhine, You're a sturdy of beer,
You're a dress from Saks's, You're year's taxes,'
stratosphere.
You're my thoist, a Drumstick Lipstick,
You're the in the Irish svipstick,
I'm a frightened frog can find no log to hop,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
the top!