Luyện nghe bài hát You're the Top

At words poetic, I'm so
That I have found it best,
of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em unexpressed.
I parading my serenading
As I'll miss 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! the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a by Strauss,
You're a bonnet, a Shakespeart sonnet,
Mickey Mouse.
You're the Nile, You're the of Pisa,
the smile on the Mona Lisa.
I'm a worthless check, a wreck, a flop,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
the top!

Your poetic are not pathetic
On the hand, boy, you shine
And I can feel after line
A thrill down my spine.
Now gifted humans like Vincent
Might think that 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 light of a summer night 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 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! a Brewster body.
You're the boats that on the sleepy Zuider Zee,
a Nathan Panning, You're Bishop 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 nimble tread of the of Fred Astaire,
You're an drama, You're Whistler's mama,
Camembert.
You're a rose, Inferno's 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! You're a salad.
You're the top! You're a ballad.
a baby 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 pants on a 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.
the top! You're a hot tamale.
You're an angel, you too, too, too diveen,
a Botticelli, You're Keats, You're Shelley,
Ovaltine.
You're a boon, the dam at Boulder,
the moon 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, a sturdy stein of beer,
You're a from Saks's, You're next year's taxes,'
stratosphere.
You're my thoist, You're a Lipstick,
You're da foist in da svipstick,
I'm a frog that can find no log to hop,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
the top!