Luyện nghe bài hát Hang Up and Drive

Here they down main street, drums a flailin' and the sirens a wailin', what a roar
are a playin' and flags are a waivin, and the Vanguard's and Motorcycle Corps
Clowns are a clownin' to the crowd and pinchin' every pretty who dares to smile
a glorious mess, everybody wears a fez the parade stretches out for a mile.

It's a American phenomenon where all the members have a fine old time
It's the forty-third annual Convention of the Grand Mystic Order
Of the of the Ali Baba Temple of the Shrine

Meanwhile at the Motel.....

"Hello, Operator, give me 321, please.
Hello, Noble Lumpkin? This here is the Potentate.
I it's the illustrious Potentate....The Illustrious...Coy! Dad blame it! This here's Bubba!

Coy, why an't you at the parade?! What?! Well, how'd you get big Harley up there in your room?
What?! I can't hear ya' Coy! revvin' it up, son! Turn it off! Listen I just want you to know one thing. You have embarrassed us all, the whole Hahira Delegation!
Now see you at the banquet tonight, son. And you be there Coy, you hear me? Black tie! Seven o'clock! Be there, Coy! And Coy, don't answer the phone, udden udden!"
Well, it was all arranged by the Ladies in the downtown Convention Hall
Cold Roast Beef, String Beans, Mashed Potatoes and nine speeches in all.
And all the tables fine with their Mogen David Wine and Chrysanthemums on each side.
And the Hahira leaders in their rented Tuxedos the local hearts swell with pride!

It's a typical American phenomenon where all the members a fine old time
It's the forty-third annual Convention of the Grand Mystic Order
Of the Nobles of the Ali Temple of the Shrine

Meanwhile at the Motel.....

"Operator, 321, please. You.
Hello, Coy? are you doin'?!
What do you mean, who is this! is Bubba? Why wasn't you at the banquet?
What do you all you had to wear was a Hawaiian flowerdy shirt?
Well, you may think you're foolin' some people, but seen the little redhead. That's right, ever'body!
Why she come runnin' right through the dinner, right in the middle of the pineapple sherbet. Didn't nothin' on but your fez, Coy!
Coy, you the only one's got a fez with a propeller on top!! Yeah, yeah and she was a out the secret code, too, Coy.
We gonna have to change it now, Dad blame it, Coy! We gonna have to have a special meetin', we get back to Hahira, your conduct at this here convention.
Embarrassin'!! Now Coy, you be at the secret conclave tonight! You me?! And keep it a secret! Hah"

Well, it was a secret meeting in the dead of the with mysterious sanctimony
In accordance prescribed rituals of time honored ceremony
Matters of grave concern were weighed dedicated caution
Like whether or not to raise at stud or draw or in the ocean

It's a American phenomenon where all the members have a fine old time
the forty-third annual Convention of the Grand Mystic Royal Order
Of the Nobles of the Ali Baba Temple of the

Meanwhile at the Motel.....

"Operator, room three-twenty...Uh, H-How'd you
Oh! Hello! Coy? Where you been?
No, you wasn't at the meeting! Well, I found out that at three o'clock this mornin' you was out there in Fruit of the Loom's in the motel swimmin' pool with a bunch of them waitresses from the cocktail lounge!
I hope Charlene don't find out about this, Coy!
What? Well, how'd you get that big motorcycle up there on the high dive,
Now Coy, dad it, that ain't no way to act. We supposed to be pillars of the community.
we get back to Hahira you can just turn in your ring and your tie tack 'cause Coy, heh-heh, you are out of the Shrine!
That's right! You gonna have to pack your bags and leave town! You gonn be black-balled, Coy! What do you mean you might join the Angels?
Coy! Coy! Don't you hang up on me! Don't you crank motorcycle! Who's that gigglin' in the background, Coy?
Huh? Hello, hello operator! we was cut off! Yeah, room 321. Coy! Don't you up on me!
I'm the Illustrious Potentate! is the IP, Coy! This is Bubba! Coy! Bubba! Coy!............."