Luyện nghe bài hát Shriner's Convention

Here come down main street
Drums a flailin' and the sirens a wailin', a roar!
Bands are a playin' and flags are a
And the Vanguards and Corps

Clowns are a to the crowd
And pinchin' every pretty girl who dares to
a glorious mess, everybody wears a fez
The stretches out for a mile

It's a typical American
Where all the members have a old time
It's the Annual Convention
Of the Mystic Royal Order
Of the Nobles of the Ali Temple of the Shrine

Meanwhile, at the motel

"Operator, give me room 321,
Hello, Lumpkin?
This is the illustrious Potentate
I it's the illustrious Potentate
The illustrious, Coy!"

"Dad blame it! This Bubba!
Coy, why you at the parade?
Well, how'd you get that big Harley
Up in your room?"

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

"Now see you at the banquet 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 Ladies
In the downtown hall
Cold roast beef, string beans, mashed
And nine speeches in all

And all the looked fine with their Mogen David wine
And Chrysanthemums on side
And the Hahira in their rented tuxedos
Made the local hearts swell with

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

Meanwhile, back at the

"Operator, 321, Thank You!
Hello, What are you doin'?
What do you mean, who is
This is Why wasn't you at the banquet?"

"What do you all you had to wear
Was a Hawaiian flowerdy
Well, you may think foolin' some people
But I know what's on"

"Yeah, everybody the little redhead
right, everybody!
Why she come runnin' through the
in the middle of the pineapple sherbet"

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

"We have to have a special meetin', we get back to Hahira
About your conduct at this 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
With sanctimony
In accordance with
Rituals of time ceremony

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

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 of the Shrine

Meanwhile, at the motel

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

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

"I just hope Charlene don't find out 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 to be pillars of the community
we get back to Hahira, you can just turn in your ring
And your tie 'cause Coy, hehe, you are out of the shrine!
You gonna be blackballed, Coy! right!"

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

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