Luyện nghe bài hát Shriner's Convention

Here they come down street
Drums a and the sirens a wailin', what a roar!
are a playin' and flags are a wavin'
And the Vanguards and Motorcycle

Clowns are a clownin' to the
And pinchin' pretty girl who dares to smile
It's a glorious mess, everybody a fez
The stretches out for a mile

It's a typical American
Where all the members have a fine old
It's the Forty-Third Annual
Of the Grand Mystic Order
Of the Nobles of the Ali Baba Temple of the

Meanwhile, back at the

"Operator, me room 321, please
Hello, Noble
This here is the illustrious
I said it's the illustrious
The illustrious, Coy!"

"Dad blame it! here's Bubba!
Coy, why are'nt you at the
What? Well, you get that big Harley
Up in your room?"

"What? I can't ya' Coy!
Quit it up, boy! Turn it off!
Listen, I just you to know one thing
You have us all, the whole Hahira delegation! "

"Now I'll see you at the tonight, son
And you be Coy, you hear me?
tie! Seven o'clock! Be there Coy!
And Coy, answer the phone, 'udden udden!"

Well, it was all arranged by the Auxiliary
In the downtown hall
Cold roast beef, string beans, potatoes
And nine boring in all

And all the tables looked fine with their Mogen wine
And on each side
And the Hahira leaders in rented tuxedos
Made the hearts swell with pride

It's a American phenomenon
Where all the have a fine old time
the Forty-Third Annual Convention
Of the Grand Mystic Order
Of the Nobles of the Ali Temple of the Shrine

Meanwhile, at the motel

"Operator, 321, please? You!
Hello, What are you doin'?
What do you mean, who is
This is Bubba? Why you at the banquet?"

"What do you all you had to wear
Was a Hawaiian shirt?
Well, you may think you're some people
But I what's goin' on"

"Yeah, seen the little redhead
right, everybody!
Why she come through the dinner
Right in the of the pineapple sherbet"

"Didn't nothin' on but your fez, Coy!
Coy, you the only one who's got a fez with a on top!
Yeah, yeah and she was a yellin' out the code too, Coy
We gonna have to change it now, Coy! Dad, it, Coy!"

"We gonna to have a special meetin', we get back to Hahira
your conduct at this year convention! Embarrassin'!
Now Coy, you be at the conclave tonight, you hear me?
And Coy, it a secret! Huh!"

Well, it was a meeting in the dead of the night
mysterious sanctimony
In accordance prescribed
Rituals of time honored

Matters of concern
weighed with dedicated caution
Like whether or not to at stud
Or draw or spit in the

a typical American phenomenon
Where all the members have a fine old
It's the Annual Convention
Of the Grand Royal Order
Of the of the Ali Baba Temple of the Shrine

Meanwhile, back at the

"Operator, 320
How, you know?
Oh! Hello Coy! Where you been?
No, you at the meeting!"

"Well, I out that at three o'clock this mornin'
You was out there, in your of the looms
In the swimmin' pool with a bunch
Of them waitresses the Cocktail Lounge!"

"I just hope Charlene don't out about this, Coy!
Well, how'd you get that big motorcycle
Up there on the dive, Coy?
Now Coy, Dad blame it, that no way to act"

"We supposed to be pillars of the
When we get back to Hahira, you can just turn in your
And tie tack 'cause Coy, hehe, you are out of the shrine!
You gonna be blackballed, Coy! right!"

"You may have to pack your bags and town!
What do you mean, you might the Hell's Angels?
Coy! Don't you up on me!
you crank that motorcycle!"

"Who's that gigglin' in the background,
Hello, hello operator! Yeah, we's cut off! 321
Coy! you hang up on the illustrious Potentate!
I said the Potentate!
is Bubba! Bubba! Coy! Coy!"