POP MUSIC
Pop music, often called simply pop, is a common type of popular music (distinguished from classical or art music and from folk). The term does not refer specifically to a single genre or sound, and its meaning is different depending on the time and place. Within popular music, "pop music" is often distinguished from other subgenres by stylistic traits such as a danceable rhythm or beat, simple melodies and a repetitive structure . Pop song lyrics are often emotional, relating to love.
Pop music may include elements of rock, hip hop, reggae, dance, R&B, jazz, electronic, and sometimes folk music and various other styles. For example, in the 1920s-50s pop music drew influence mainly from jazz, beginning in the 1950s from rock and R&B, and since the 1980s, from hip hop. The broad appeal of pop music is seen to distinguish it from more specific types of popular music, and pop music performers and recordings are among the best-selling and most widely known in many regions of the world.
In http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pop_music
Shakira is one of the most pop singers all over the world. Perhaps she’s even your favourite singer. Don’t bother is one of her latest songs. Listen to it and put its lyrics in the right order.
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I'm sure she doesn't know
How to touch you like I would
I beat her at that one good
Don't you think so?
[Whispering]
For you, I'd give up all I own
And move to a communist country
If you came with me, of course
And I'd file my nails so they don't hurt you
And lose those pounds, and learn about football
If it made you stay, but you won't, but you won't
So don’t bother
I won’t die of deception
I promise you won’t ever see me cry
Don’t feel sorry
And don't bother
I’ll be fine
But she’s waiting
The ring you gave to her will lose its shine
So don’t bother, be unkind
So don't bother,
I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine
I promise you won't ever see me cry
And after all I'm glad that I'm not your type, not your type, not your type, not your type
I promise you won't ever see me cry
She's almost 6"0 feet tall
She must think I'm a flea
I'm really a cat you see
And it's not my last life at all
Hey, hey!
So don’t bother
I won’t die of deception
I promise you won’t ever see me cry
Don’t feel sorry
And don't bother
I’ll be fine
But she’s waiting
The ring you gave to her will lose its shine
So don’t bother, be unkind
She’s got the kind of look that defies gravity
She’s the greatest cook
And she’s fat free
She’s been to private school
BUT she speaks perfect French
She’s got her perfect friends
Oh isn’t she cool?
She practices Tai Chi
She'd never lose her nerve
She's more than you deserve
She's just far better than me
Hey, hey!








