Luyện nghe bài hát The Hang Out Gang

By: jimmy buffett, cason

The tour bus passed yesterday
all the fools who pay
To see the lady in our yard

The hang out gang is in town
Rumor has it going 'round brought back
Four new groupies and a st.

We're peaceful and cats some call gypsies
Some call but bare feet don't tear streets up like their bus

All we was doing' was a hangin' and koochie was sangin'
Mama I'm guilty of a out
I know it's a shabby old building but after all ain't we god's
And lord a good place for hangin' out

The fast approachin' local was poundin' out the southwest beat
When they came upon in our yard
She smiled sir I meant no just a little suntan on my arm
They wound up in our st. bernard
It have a tag y'all

All we was doing' was a hangin' and koochie was sangin'
Mama I'm guilty of a out
I know a shabby old building but after all ain't we god's children
And lord it's a good place for out

Now you with me and I'll hang with you and we'll hang out
'til we both turn blue I'm guilty of a hangin' out

All we was doing' was a hangin' and koochie kept sangin'
Mama I'm of a hangin' out
I know it's a shabby old building but after all ain't we children
And lord it's a good for hangin' out

All we was doin' was a and little koochie kept sangin'
Mama I'm of a hangin' out

-- (dialogue)
"yeah, they moved up there about a month ago. fixed up that little cabin on the ridge. they really them long hairs? well, homer seen 'em. seen how long it was. still reckon I seen it.
A bunch of weirdos. one of them had a little instrument looked a mandolin. why lord, they might freeze to death up there this winter. well. homer, turn that radio down."