Luyện nghe bài hát You're the Top

At poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I have found it best,
of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em unexpressed.
I hate parading my
As probably miss a bar,
But if ditty 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,
a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a sonnet,
Mickey 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 poetic are not
On the hand, boy, you shine
And I can feel after line
A thrill down my spine.
Now gifted like Vincent Youmans
Might think that song is bad,
But for a person who's rehearsin'
Well I gotta say this my

the top! You're Mahatma Ghandi.
You're the top! You're brandy.
You're the purple light of a summer in Spain,
the National Gall'ry, You're Garbo's sal'ry,
cellophane.
You're sublime, You're a dinner.
the time of the Derby winner.
I'm a toy that 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! You're a body.
You're the boats that glide on the 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! an Arrow collar.
You're the top! a Coolidge dollar.
You're the nimble tread of the feet of Astaire,
You're an O'Neill drama, You're mama,
Camembert.
You're a rose, You're Dante,
You're the of the great 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 grand of a lady and a gent.
an old dutch master, You're Mrs. Aster,
Pepsodent.
You're romance, You're the of Russia,
the pants on a Roxy usher.
I'm a lazy that's just about 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, You're Keats, 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 Rhine, You're a sturdy stein of beer,
You're a dress from Saks's, next year's taxes,'
stratosphere.
You're my thoist, You're a Lipstick,
You're the foist in the svipstick,
I'm a frightened that can find no log to hop,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
the top!