Luyện nghe bài hát The Hang Out Gang

By: jimmy buffett, buzz

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

The hang out is back in town
has it going 'round they brought back
Four new and a st. bernard

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

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

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

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

Now you hang with me and 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 little 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 it's a place for hangin' out

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

-- (dialogue)
"yeah, they moved up there about a 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 freeze to death up there this winter. well. homer, turn that radio down."