Luyện nghe bài hát Shriner's Convention

Here they down main street
Drums a flailin' and the 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' every pretty girl who to smile
It's a glorious mess, wears a fez
The stretches out for a mile

It's a typical American
all the members have a fine old time
It's the Annual Convention
Of the Grand Mystic Royal
Of the Nobles of the Ali Baba of the Shrine

Meanwhile, back at the

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

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

"What? I hear ya' Coy!
Quit revvin' it up, boy! it off!
Listen, I want 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?
Black tie! Seven o'clock! Be Coy!
And Coy, answer the phone, 'udden udden!"

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

And all the looked fine with their Mogen David wine
And on each side
And the leaders in their rented tuxedos
the local hearts swell with pride

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

Meanwhile, back at the

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

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

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

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

"We gonna have to have a special meetin', we get to Hahira
About your conduct at this 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 accordance prescribed
Rituals of time honored

Matters of grave
weighed with dedicated caution
Like whether or not to raise at
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 Mystic Order
Of the Nobles of the Ali Baba of the Shrine

Meanwhile, at the motel

"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 swimmin' pool with a bunch
Of them waitresses from the Lounge!"

"I just hope Charlene find out about this, Coy!
Well, how'd you get that 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 just turn in ring
And your tie tack 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! you hang up on me!
Don't you that motorcycle!"

"Who's that gigglin' in the background,
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!"