Luyện nghe bài hát Medley (I Get Around/Little Deuce Coupe)

Round get around
I get around, yes
(*Laughter* *Clap*)
Get around round round, I get
I get a--

Get round round, I get around
From to town
Get round round, I get around
(Woo!)
I'm a cool head
Get around round, I get around
I'm making good bread
Get round round, I get a square
(Ow!)

I'm awfully mad driving down the street
(Ow!)
I just don't want to be sitting next to my sweets
(*Laughter*)
Bom bom bom ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta

The guys are pretty tough
So those gats over there better not get tough

I get
Get round round, I get around
From to town
Get around round round, I get
I'm a real head
(Fake it, on, Mike! Artistry!)
I'm makin' real bread
Get round round, I get a square
I get

Get around, round
(Rock out, Carl!)

(Anybody...)
(Come on, baby!)
([...])

We always take my car it's a heap
And we get turned down by the chicks we pick up on
Not much...
None of the guys go steady 'cos it be Right Guard
To leave their best girls home on a night

I get
Get around round round, I get
town to town
Get around round round, I get
I'm a real cool
Get around round round, I get
I'm real good bread
Get round round, I get around
I get round woo ooooo oooo ooo ooo ooo oooo

round get around, I get around

Get around round, I get a square
Get around round round, I get
Get around round round, I get
(Don't stop!)
Get around round, I get around
Boop boop boop
Get round round, I get around
I get
(Oh yeah!)

(Oh, that was bad.)
(Let's do "Little Coupe" while [...]. Real fast, obviously.)
(I've got it, Brian. Here, Bruce, do famous [...].)
(Oh.)
(Bom bom.)
(Like this.)
(Hey, do the--)
(Oh--)

I'm not braggin', babe, so don't put me down
Well, I've got the cutest little in town
Well, I'm not braggin', babe, oh

([...] [...])
(We it.)

She's my little deuce
(Hey, Carl.)
You don't know I got
Talk to me,
to me, baby

Well I'm not braggin', babe, so don't put me
But I've got the fastest set of in town
something comes up to me he don't even try
'Cos if I had a set of wings, man, I know she fly

Hey
My deuce coupe
You don't know I--
deuce coupe

You don't know I got

She's got a competition clutch with the four on the
And she purrs a kitten (*laugh*) till the lake pipes roar
Ah, bom bom bom bom
And if that ain't to make you flip your lid
There's one more thing: I got the pink slip
(*Laughter*)
Oh
Da da dom da da dom ba da
(Oh, do "Luau"!)
(Talk to me, baby!)

She comes on a rose, da da dap
(Do the stroll!)
She's my little deuce
You don't what I got

(*Laughter*)