Luyện nghe bài hát Shriner's Convention

Here they come main street
Drums a flailin' and the sirens a wailin', a roar!
Bands are a playin' and are a wavin'
And the and Motorcycle Corps

Clowns are a to the crowd
And pinchin' every pretty who dares to smile
It's a mess, everybody wears a fez
The parade out for a mile

It's a typical phenomenon
Where all the members have a fine old
the Forty-Third Annual Convention
Of the Grand Mystic Order
Of the Nobles of the Ali Temple 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 blame it! This Bubba!
Coy, why you at the parade?
What? Well, how'd you get that big
Up in your room?"

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

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

Well, it was all arranged by the Auxiliary
In the downtown Convention
Cold roast beef, beans, mashed potatoes
And nine speeches in all

And all the tables looked with their Mogen David wine
And on each side
And the Hahira leaders in their rented
Made the local hearts with pride

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 of the Ali Baba Temple of the Shrine

Meanwhile, back at the

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

"What do you mean all you had to
Was a Hawaiian shirt?
Well, you may think foolin' some people
But I what's goin' on"

"Yeah, seen the little redhead
right, everybody!
Why she come runnin' 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 code too, Coy
We gonna have to change it now, Coy! Dad, it, Coy!"

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

Well, it was a secret in the dead of the night
With mysterious
In accordance with
Rituals of time honored

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

It's a typical 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 Temple of the Shrine

Meanwhile, back at the

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

"Well, I found out that at three this 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 Charlene don't find out about this, Coy!
What? Well, you get that big motorcycle
Up there on the dive, Coy?
Now Coy, Dad blame it, 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 to pack your bags and leave town!
What do you mean, you might join the Angels?
Coy! you hang up on me!
Don't you crank motorcycle!"

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