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

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

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

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

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

I get
Get around round round, I get
From to town
Get round round, I get around
I'm a real head
(Fake it, on, Mike! Artistry!)
I'm real good 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 although a heap
And we get turned down by the chicks we pick up on
Not much...
None of the guys go steady 'cos it wouldn't be Right
To leave their girls home on a Saturday night

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

Round round get around, I get

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

(Oh, that was bad.)
(Let's do "Little Deuce Coupe" while [...]. fast, obviously.)
(I've got it, Brian. Here, Bruce, do your [...].)
(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 piece in
Well, I'm not braggin', babe, oh

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

my little deuce coupe
(Hey, Carl.)
You know what I got
Talk to me,
to me, baby

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

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

You don't what I got

She's got a competition clutch the four on the floor
And she purrs a kitten (*laugh*) till the lake pipes roar
Ah, bom bom bom bom
And if that ain't enough to you flip your lid
There's one thing: I got the pink slip daddy
(*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!)
my little deuce coupe
You don't know I got

(*Laughter*)