Luyện nghe bài hát Shriner's Convention

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

are a clownin' to the crowd
And pinchin' every girl who dares to smile
It's a mess, everybody wears a fez
The stretches out for a mile

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

Meanwhile, at the motel

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

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

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

"Now see you at the banquet tonight, son
And you be there Coy, you me?
Black tie! o'clock! Be there 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 boring speeches in all

And all the tables fine with their Mogen David wine
And Chrysanthemums on each
And the Hahira in their rented tuxedos
Made the local hearts swell with

a typical American phenomenon
Where all the have a fine old time
It's the Annual Convention
Of the Mystic Royal Order
Of the Nobles of the Ali Baba Temple of the

Meanwhile, back at the

"Operator, 321, please? You!
Hello, Coy? are you doin'?
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 shirt?
Well, you may think you're foolin' people
But I what's goin' on"

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

"Didn't have on but your fez, Coy!
Coy, you the one who's got a fez with a propeller on top!
Yeah, yeah and she was a yellin' out the secret too, Coy
We have 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 tonight, you hear me?
And Coy, it a secret! Huh!"

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

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

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

Meanwhile, at the motel

"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 this
You was out there, in fruit of the looms
In the motel pool with a bunch
Of waitresses from the Cocktail Lounge!"

"I just hope 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 just turn in ring
And your tie tack Coy, hehe, you are out of the shrine!
You be blackballed, Coy! That's right!"

"You may have to pack 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, we's cut off! 321
Coy! you hang up on the illustrious Potentate!
I the illustrious Potentate!
is Bubba! Bubba! Coy! Coy!"