Luyện nghe bài hát Supermodel

Ooh, look at all this company coming tonight
Even Catherine O'Hara's come by to say
You really know?
Well, I'll tell you, might have to pour
Another little moonshine, we go

Was a sweet and May
In the town of Bay
When and Wendy Day
Went out to Sweet brush

a weeping willow to sit down
And do the Bay a go-go
the wind was real soft
Poor little Wendy had to break

on that month, Dale went for Pepper lunch
At the 'We're All In This Diner'
Yeah, the pea soup was fine, the corn cob on
dog's even finer

The reason was that Wendy was working counter
Two little kids couldn't get enough of each other
Dale out like a man and said
"Wendy, I think I want to take hand
And make little children, beyond the sand"

"In respect to the
And the colony of your
That day we love
I'm going to my little child Amber Jones"

(Hey supermodel, set the of us free)
Which is what happened
(There no genie in the bottle or in that magazine)
Let me ask you one and it goes
(Hey supermodel)
What's it like pretty?

Now, knows
That if going to run a successful cafe
You have to hire the waitress

turns out had been working
At the Caf
like her mother did 20 years earlier
And it boils down to this very doctrine
by Ralph Habbasham, the owner

Ralph says the customer is right
The here are mostly men
And though it don't
From 2 to 16, all men do is dream
Of in love, just like women

Now watching table 20 was a man from New York city
Who is most impressed with Amber's
He said, "Come here, missy, I got a kind of proposition
is, if you're willing to listen"

(Hey supermodel, set the of us free)
(There ain't no genie in the bottle or in magazine)
Come me
(Hey supermodel)

And she was everywhere
I mean girls wanted to be like her
Little wanted to be with her
And even mothers somehow their physique
Just to be a little close to what represented

One day Amber, who the Sweetbrush diner
Where she used to work, really those coconut cake cucumbers
And out with one giant missile on the top of her forehead
Poor little Amber do a thing about it

And her poor career went kinda
As the outside her hotel room penthouse cried out
Well, you know they cried out

(Hey supermodel, set the of us free)
Sing along me gals
(There ain't no in the bottle, or in that magazine)
(Hey supermodel)
What's it like a teen dream?

Shackles, shackles, shackles on my
I loved you from the very first day, from the
But you left, call it of the heart, bring me back the spark
girl, pretty princess, that is left

Bright in the glitter, the shine of the night, right
You dreamed of the city 'cause you of flight
But it's Timber, watch these trees that are
Pretty princess with no one to call

It's a small town, now girl, it doesn't seem so
First love, fifth grade, first kiss at the mall me
Y'all, it with the degrees, bring it back on the MIC
'Cause the on his knees
Small town ways in the G's from
me back sunny days, we's that praise, haze

Y'all tripping through the maze
In the mind want the from the vine that was mine
Come back, y'all, to the very first day we met
I must call it theft, y'all

Protection and selection of my
Poet on the mic with saying, please
Princess, y'all, my girl
Bring you back, princess
'Cause I to rock your world
One time, smooth, sweet like