Luyện nghe bài hát Shriner's Convention

Here they down main street
Drums a and the sirens a wailin', what a roar!
Bands are a and flags are a wavin'
And the Vanguards and Corps

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

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

Meanwhile, at the motel

"Operator, me room 321, please
Hello, Noble
This is the illustrious Potentate
I said the illustrious Potentate
The illustrious, Coy!"

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

"What? I hear ya' Coy!
Quit it up, boy! Turn it off!
Listen, I want you to know one thing
You have embarrassed us all, the Hahira delegation! "

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

Well, it was all arranged by the Ladies
In the downtown hall
Cold beef, string beans, mashed potatoes
And boring speeches in all

And all the tables looked fine their Mogen David wine
And Chrysanthemums on each
And the Hahira leaders in their rented
Made the local swell with pride

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

Meanwhile, back at the

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

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

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

"Didn't have nothin' on but 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 secret too, Coy
We gonna to change it now, Coy! Dad, blame it, Coy!"

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

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

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

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

Meanwhile, back at the

"Operator, 320
How, you know?
Oh! Hello Coy! 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 from the Cocktail Lounge!"

"I just hope Charlene find out about this, Coy!
What? Well, you get that big motorcycle
Up there on the dive, Coy?
Now Coy, Dad blame it, that no way to act"

"We to be pillars of the community
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 and leave town!
What do you mean, you join the Hell's Angels?
Coy! Don't you up on me!
Don't you that motorcycle!"

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