Luyện nghe bài hát Hang Up and Drive

Here they come down main street, drums a flailin' and the sirens a wailin', 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
It's a glorious mess, everybody a fez the parade stretches out for a mile.

It's a typical American phenomenon where all the members have a fine old
It's the annual Convention of the Grand Mystic Royal Order
Of the Nobles of the Ali Baba of the Shrine

Meanwhile at the Motel.....

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

Coy, why an't you at the parade?! What?! Well, how'd you get that big up there in your 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! Seven o'clock! Be there, Coy! And Coy, don't the phone, udden udden!"
Well, it was all arranged by the Ladies Auxiliary in the Convention Hall
Cold Roast Beef, String Beans, Potatoes and nine boring speeches in all.
And all the tables looked fine with their Mogen Wine and Chrysanthemums on each side.
And the Hahira in their rented Tuxedos made the local hearts swell with pride!

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

Meanwhile at the Motel.....

"Operator, 321, please. You.
Hello, What are you doin'?!
What do you mean, who is this! This is Bubba? Why wasn't you at the
What do you mean all you had to 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 have nothin' on but fez, Coy!
Coy, you the only got a fez with a propeller on top!! Yeah, yeah and she was a yellin' 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, about your 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 of the night with mysterious sanctimony
In with prescribed rituals of time honored ceremony
Matters of grave concern were with 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 have a fine old time
It's the forty-third annual Convention of the Grand Mystic Order
Of the Nobles of the Ali Baba of the Shrine

Meanwhile at the Motel.....

"Operator, three-twenty...Uh, H-How'd you know?
Oh! Hello! Coy? Where have you
No, you wasn't at the meeting! Well, I found out that at three o'clock this you was out there in your Fruit of the Loom's in the motel swimmin' pool with a bunch of them waitresses from the cocktail lounge!
I just hope Charlene find out about this, Coy!
What? Well, how'd you get 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 you might join the Hell's Angels?
Coy! Coy! you hang up on me! Don't you crank that motorcycle! Who's that gigglin' in the background, Coy?
Huh? Hello, hello operator! we was cut off! Yeah, room 321. Coy! you hang up on me!
I'm the Illustrious Potentate! This is the IP, Coy! is Bubba! Coy! Bubba! Coy!............."