Luyện nghe bài hát Shriner's Convention

Here they come main street
Drums a flailin' and the a wailin', what a roar!
Bands are a playin' and flags are a
And the and Motorcycle Corps

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

It's a typical phenomenon
Where all the have a fine old time
It's the Annual Convention
Of the Grand Mystic Order
Of the Nobles of the Ali Baba of the Shrine

Meanwhile, at the motel

"Operator, give me 321, please
Hello, Lumpkin?
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
Well, how'd you get that big Harley
Up in your room?"

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

"Now I'll see you at the tonight, son
And you be there Coy, you me?
Black tie! o'clock! Be there Coy!
And Coy, don't the phone, 'udden udden!"

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

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

a typical American phenomenon
Where all the members have a old time
the Forty-Third Annual Convention
Of the Grand Royal Order
Of the Nobles of the Ali Baba Temple of the

Meanwhile, at the motel

"Operator, 321, Thank You!
Hello, Coy? What are you
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 flowerdy
Well, you may you're foolin' some people
But I know what's on"

"Yeah, everybody seen the redhead
right, everybody!
Why she runnin' through the dinner
Right in the middle of the sherbet"

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

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

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

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

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

Meanwhile, at the motel

"Operator, 320
How, How'd you
Oh! Hello Coy! Where have you
No, you at the meeting!"

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

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

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

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

"Who's gigglin' in the background, Coy?
Hello, hello operator! Yeah, we's cut off! 321
Coy! Don't you hang up on the Potentate!
I said the Potentate!
is Bubba! Bubba! Coy! Coy!"