Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Jones

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

out and wind your waist
Tight pants and got curly
Drinking cold from metal cans
and handi-wipes

Mr. Jones is in town
his lucky day
Hold up your hands and
is on his way

Pitter pat, Mr. Jones is back in
Aces high and now his pants are falling
He looks so fine in those patent shoes
Mr. Jones, you look tired, I believe you'll be

men, conventioneers
Some rock stars tambourines
skirts and skinny legs
Selling Bibles and real

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

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

call for Mr. Jones
They put him in
Mr. will help us out
He's a guy

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