Luyện nghe bài hát You're the Top

At words poetic, I'm so
That I have found it best,
Instead of 'em off my chest,
To let 'em unexpressed.
I hate my serenading
As I'll probably a bar,
But if ditty is not so pretty,
At least it'll 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 bonnet, a Shakespeart sonnet,
You're Mouse.
You're the Nile, You're the 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 poetic are not pathetic
On the hand, boy, you shine
And I can feel after every
A thrill down my spine.
Now gifted humans like Vincent
think that your song is bad,
But for a who's just rehearsin'
Well I gotta say this my

You're the top! Mahatma Ghandi.
the top! You're 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.
You're the 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! a Ritz hot toddy.
the top! You're 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, 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! You're an collar.
You're the top! a Coolidge dollar.
You're the tread of the feet of Fred Astaire,
You're an O'Neill drama, 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! You're a salad.
You're the top! a Berlin ballad.
You're a baby of a lady and a gent.
an old dutch master, You're Mrs. Aster,
Pepsodent.
You're romance, the steppes of Russia,
You're the 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! You're a in Bali.
You're the top! a hot tamale.
an angel, you simply too, too, too diveen,
You're a Botticelli, 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, You're a sturdy of beer,
You're a dress from Saks's, next year's taxes,'
stratosphere.
You're my thoist, You're a Lipstick,
You're da foist in da svipstick,
I'm a frightened frog can find no log to hop,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
the top!