Luyện nghe bài hát Hang Up and Drive

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

It's a typical American where all the members have a fine old time
It's the forty-third annual Convention of the Grand Royal Order
Of the of the Ali Baba Temple 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 Harley up there in room?
What?! I can't hear ya' Coy! Quit revvin' it up, son! Turn it off! Listen I want you to know one thing. You have embarrassed us all, the whole Hahira Delegation!
Now I'll see you at the 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 Auxiliary in the downtown Hall
Cold Roast Beef, String Beans, Mashed Potatoes and boring speeches in all.
And all the looked fine with their Mogen David Wine and Chrysanthemums on each side.
And the Hahira leaders in their rented Tuxedos made the hearts swell with pride!

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

Meanwhile at the Motel.....

"Operator, 321, please. You.
Hello, What are you doin'?!
What do you mean, who is this! This is Why wasn't you at the banquet?
What do you mean all you had to was a Hawaiian flowerdy shirt?
Well, you may you're foolin' some people, but Ever'body seen the little redhead. That's right, ever'body!
Why she come runnin' right through the dinner, right in the middle of the sherbet. Didn't have nothin' on but your 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 conduct at here convention.
Embarrassin'!! Now Coy, you be at the conclave tonight! You hear me?! And keep it a secret! Hah"

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

It's a typical American 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 Temple of the Shrine

Meanwhile at the Motel.....

"Operator, three-twenty...Uh, H-How'd you know?
Oh! Hello! Coy? have you been?
No, you 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 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 dive, Coy?
Now Coy, dad burn it, that ain't no way to act. We supposed to be of the community.
When we get back to Hahira you can just turn in your 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 Hell's
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, 321. Coy! Don't you hang up on me!
I'm the Potentate! This is the IP, Coy! This is Bubba! Coy! Bubba! Coy!............."