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 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 making real good
Get around round round, I get a
(Ow!)

I'm awfully mad driving down the street
(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 guys are pretty tough
So those other gats there better not get tough

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

Get around, round
(Rock out, Carl!)

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

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

I get
Get round round, I get around
From town to
Get around round, I get around
I'm a real head
Get around round round, I get
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 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, was really 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 little piece in town
Well, I'm not braggin', babe, oh

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

She's my little deuce
(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 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 know what I got

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

(*Laughter*)