Luyện nghe bài hát Shriner's Convention

Here they down 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 pretty who dares to smile
It's a glorious mess, everybody a fez
The parade out for a mile

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

Meanwhile, back at the

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

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

"What? I can't ya' Coy!
Quit it up, boy! Turn it off!
Listen, I just want you to one thing
You embarrassed us all, the whole Hahira 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 Ladies
In the downtown Convention
Cold roast beef, string beans, potatoes
And boring speeches in all

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

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

Meanwhile, back at the

"Operator, 321, Thank 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 flowerdy
Well, you may think you're foolin' people
But I know what's on"

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

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

"We gonna have to a special meetin', we get back to Hahira
About conduct at this year convention! Embarrassin'!
Now Coy, you be at the conclave 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 ceremony

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

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

Meanwhile, at the motel

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

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

"I just hope 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, that 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 tack 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 might join the Hell's
Coy! you hang up on me!
Don't you crank motorcycle!"

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