Luyện nghe bài hát Shriner's Convention

Here they come down main
Drums a flailin' and the a wailin', what a roar!
Bands are a playin' and are a wavin'
And the Vanguards and Corps

are a clownin' to the crowd
And pinchin' every pretty girl who to smile
It's a glorious mess, wears a fez
The parade out for a mile

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

Meanwhile, at the motel

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's a typical phenomenon
Where all the members have a fine old
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, 321, Thank You!
Hello, Coy? 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 think you're some people
But I know goin' on"

"Yeah, seen the little redhead
right, everybody!
Why she come through the dinner
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 with a on top!
Yeah, yeah and she was a 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 conduct at this year convention! Embarrassin'!
Now Coy, you be at the secret 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 prescribed
Rituals of time honored

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

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

Meanwhile, at the motel

"Operator, 320
How, you know?
Oh! Hello Coy! Where you been?
No, you at the meeting!"

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

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

"We supposed to be pillars of the
When we get back to Hahira, you can turn 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 your 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, hello operator! Yeah, cut off! Room 321
Coy! Don't you hang up on the Potentate!
I the illustrious Potentate!
is Bubba! Bubba! Coy! Coy!"