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

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

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

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

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

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

Get around, round
(Rock out, Carl!)

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

We always my car although it's a heap
And we never get turned down by the chicks we up on
Not much...
None of the go steady 'cos it wouldn't be Right Guard
To leave best girls home on a Saturday night

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

Round get around, I get around

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

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

Well I'm not braggin', babe, so don't put me
Well, I've got the cutest little piece in
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,
Talk to me,

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

Hey
My little coupe
You don't what I--
Little deuce

You don't what I got

She's got a competition with 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 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 on like a rose, da da dap
(Do the stroll!)
She's my little deuce
You know what I got

(*Laughter*)