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

Round get around
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 round round, I get around
(Woo!)
I'm a real cool
Get round round, I get around
I'm making good bread
Get around round round, I get a
(Ow!)

I'm getting mad driving down the street
(Ow!)
I just want to be bugged 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 other gats there better not get tough

I get
Get around round, I get around
From town to
Get round round, I get around
I'm a cool head
(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 my car although it's a heap
And we never get turned down by the we pick up on
Not much...
None of the guys go steady 'cos it wouldn't be Right
To leave their best girls 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 head
Get around round, I get around
I'm real good bread
Get round 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 round, I get
(Don't stop!)
Get around round round, I get
Boop boop boop
Get around round round, I get
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 put me down
Well, I've got the cutest little in town
Well, I'm not braggin', babe, oh

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

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

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

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

You don't what I got

She's got a competition with the four on the floor
And she purrs like a kitten (*laugh*) till the lake pipes
Ah, bom bom bom bom
And if that ain't enough to make you 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!)
She's my little coupe
You don't what I got

(*Laughter*)