Luyện nghe bài hát Hangin' Round

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

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

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

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

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

"Hark the herald", angels sang and out for a phone
And plucking it with a knife in hand, long distance home
But it was all too much, sprinkling angel
To AT&T, who didn't wish you

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

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

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