Luyện nghe bài hát You're the Top

At words poetic, I'm so
I always have found it best,
Instead of 'em off my chest,
To let 'em unexpressed.
I hate parading my
As probably miss a bar,
But if this 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 a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a sonnet,
You're Mouse.
the Nile, You're the Tow'r of Pisa,
You're the on the Mona 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 other hand, boy, you
And I can feel every line
A thrill down my spine.
Now gifted humans Vincent Youmans
Might that your song is bad,
But for a person just rehearsin'
Well I gotta say this my

You're the top! You're Ghandi.
You're the top! Napolean brandy.
You're the purple of a summer night in Spain,
You're the Gall'ry, You're Garbo's sal'ry,
cellophane.
You're sublime, You're a dinner.
You're the 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! a Ritz hot toddy.
You're the top! a Brewster body.
You're the boats glide on the sleepy Zuider Zee,
You're a Nathan Panning, You're Manning,
broccoli.
You're a prize, a night 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.
You're the top! You're a dollar.
You're the nimble tread of the of Fred Astaire,
You're an drama, You're Whistler's mama,
Camembert.
You're a rose, You're Dante,
You're the nost of the 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! You're a salad.
You're the top! 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, the steppes of Russia,
the pants 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! You're a in Bali.
You're the top! a hot tamale.
You're an angel, you too, too, too divine,
a Botticelli, You're 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.
You're the top! You're the Stable.
By the River Rhine, You're a 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!