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 and flags are a wavin'
And the Vanguards and Motorcycle

are a clownin' to the crowd
And pinchin' every girl who dares to smile
It's a mess, everybody wears a fez
The parade 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 of the Shrine

Meanwhile, back at the

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

"Dad blame it! here's Bubba!
Coy, why you at the parade?
What? Well, how'd you get big Harley
Up there in room?"

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

"Now see you at the banquet tonight, son
And you be Coy, you hear me?
Black tie! Seven o'clock! Be Coy!
And Coy, don't 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 Chrysanthemums on side
And the leaders in their rented tuxedos
Made the local hearts with pride

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

Meanwhile, back at the

"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 think foolin' some people
But I know goin' on"

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

"Didn't have on but your fez, Coy!
Coy, you the only one got a fez with a propeller 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 have a special meetin', we get back to
About your conduct at year convention! Embarrassin'!
Now Coy, you be at the secret conclave tonight, you me?
And Coy, it a secret! Huh!"

Well, it was a secret meeting in the dead of the
With mysterious
In with prescribed
Rituals of honored ceremony

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

a typical American phenomenon
Where all the members have a old time
It's the Forty-Third Convention
Of the Grand Royal Order
Of the of the Ali Baba Temple of the Shrine

Meanwhile, back at the

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

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

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

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

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

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