Luyện nghe bài hát You're the Top

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

the top! You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Museum,
You're a melody from a by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a sonnet,
Mickey 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 poetic are not
On the hand, boy, you shine
And I can feel after every
A thrill down my spine.
Now gifted like Vincent Youmans
Might think your song is bad,
But for a who's just rehearsin'
Well I gotta say this my

You're the top! Mahatma Ghandi.
You're the top! Napolean brandy.
You're the purple light of a night in Spain,
the National 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 is fated soon to pop.
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
the top!

You're the top! You're a hot toddy.
You're the top! a Brewster body.
You're the boats glide on the sleepy Zuider Zee,
You're a Panning, You're Bishop Manning,
broccoli.
You're a prize, a night 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! You're an collar.
You're the top! a Coolidge dollar.
You're the nimble tread of the feet of Astaire,
an O'Neill drama, You're 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.
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 lout that's just about to stop,
But if Baby, I'm the bottom,
the top!

You're the top! a dance in Bali.
the top! You're a hot tamale.
You're an angel, you 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 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! the Tower of Babel.
the top! You're the Whitney Stable.
By the River Rhine, a sturdy 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 foist in the svipstick,
I'm a frightened frog can find no log to hop,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
the top!