Luyện nghe bài hát Hangin' 'round

Harry was a rich young man who would a priest
He dug up his father who was recently deceased
He did it with tarot and a mystically attuned mind
And shortly there and he did find

Jeanie was a spoiled young brat, she she knew it all
She mentholated cigarettes and she had sex in the hall
But she was not my kind or of my sign
The kind of animal I would be about

Woh, woh, woh, you hangin' 'round me
And I'm not so you found me
You're still doin' things I gave up years ago
Oh, woh, woh, woh

You keep hangin' me
And I'm not so glad you me
You're still doin' things I gave up years ago
now, ah, huh, huh

Kathy was a bit surreal, she all her toes
And on her face she wore dentures tightly to her nose
And she finally spoke, her twang, her glasses broke
And no one else could smoke while she was in the

"Hark the herald", angels and reached out for a phone
And plucking it a knife in hand, dialed long distance home
But it was all too much, sprinkling angel
To AT&T, who wish you well?

Oh, but you keep 'round me
And I'm not so you found me
still doin' things that I gave up years ago
Ho, ho, ho, ho

You hangin' 'round me
And I'm not so you found me
You're still doin' that I gave up years ago

Hangin' round, hangin' round, that's all doin' baby
Hangin' round, round, ooh
Hangin' round, hangin' round, round, hangin' round