Luyện nghe bài hát Hang Up and Drive

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

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

Meanwhile at the Motel.....

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

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

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

Meanwhile at the Motel.....

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

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

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

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 your Fruit of the Loom's in the motel pool with a bunch of them waitresses from the cocktail lounge!
I just hope Charlene find out about this, Coy!
What? Well, you get that big motorcycle up there on the high dive, Coy?
Now Coy, dad burn it, that ain't no way to act. We to be pillars of the community.
When we get back to Hahira you can just 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 that motorcycle! 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!............."