Luyện nghe bài hát The Hang Out Gang

By: jimmy buffett, cason

The tour bus passed here
all the fools who pay
To see the naked in our yard

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

peaceful and abiding cats some call gypsies
Some call brats but 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 it's a shabby old building but after all ain't we god's children
And lord it's a good for hangin' out

The approachin' local heat was poundin' out the southwest beat
When they came upon koochie in our
She smiled sir I meant no harm a little suntan on my arm
They up takin' in our st. bernard
It didn't a tag y'all

All we was doing' was a and little koochie was sangin'
Mama I'm of a hangin' out
I know it's a shabby old building but after all we god's children
And lord a good place for hangin' out

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

All we was doing' was a and little koochie kept 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 a good place for hangin' out

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

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