Luyện nghe bài hát Shriner's Convention

Here they come down street
Drums a and the sirens a wailin', what a roar!
are a playin' and flags are a wavin'
And the and Motorcycle Corps

are a clownin' to the crowd
And pinchin' pretty girl who dares to smile
a glorious mess, everybody wears a fez
The parade stretches out for a

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

Meanwhile, back at the

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

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

"What? I hear ya' Coy!
revvin' it up, boy! Turn it off!
Listen, I want 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 Coy, you hear me?
Black tie! Seven o'clock! Be 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 fine with Mogen David wine
And on each side
And the leaders in their rented tuxedos
Made the local hearts with pride

It's a American phenomenon
Where all the members have a old time
It's the Forty-Third Annual
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? What are you
do you mean, who is this?
This is Bubba? Why you at the banquet?"

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

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

"Didn't have nothin' on but fez, Coy!
Coy, you the only one who's got a fez 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 gonna have to have a meetin', we get back to Hahira
About your 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 dead of the
With sanctimony
In accordance with
Rituals of time ceremony

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

It's a typical American
Where all the members a fine old time
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, 320
How, How'd you
Oh! Coy! Where have you been?
No, you at the meeting!"

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

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

"We supposed to be of the community
When we get back to Hahira, you can just in your ring
And tie tack '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 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!"