Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Jones

Mr. Jones, put a wiggle in your
up, I believe he'll be alright
Changing clothes, now he's got slacks
Bouncing off the walls, Mr. Jones is

Bulge out and wind your
Tight pants and got curly
Drinking cold beer from cans
and handi-wipes

Mr. Jones is back in
It's his day
up your hands and shout
is on his way

Pitter pat, Mr. Jones is in town
high and now his pants are falling down
He looks so in those patent leather shoes
Mr. Jones, you tired, I believe you'll be alright

men, conventioneers
Some rock stars with
Short skirts and skinny
Selling and real estate

a big day for Mr. Jones
He is not so
Mr. Jones stick around
He's everybody's

cars and motorbikes
I'm sure glad, he's on our
The Jones gang at the bar
Watch out, this they've gone too far

They for Mr. Jones
put him in charge
Mr. will help us out
a lucky guy

It is Mr. Jones' party
For year
In his hotel room favors
It's a