Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble Every Day

Well I'm about to get
watchin' my TV
Been checkin' out the
my eyeballs fail to see
I they say that every day
Is just rotten mess
And when gonna change, my friends
Is guess

So I'm and I'm waitin'
for the best
Even I'll go to prayin'
Every time I 'em sayin'
there's no way to delay
That comin' every day
No way to
That trouble every day

I watched the riot...
I the cops out on the street
Watched 'em throwin' rocks and
And in the heat
to reports
About the whisky 'round
the smoke & fire
And the market down
while everybody
On his street would a turn
To stomp and smash and and crash
And slash and bust and

And I'm watchin' and I'm
Hopin' for the
Even think I'll go to
time I hear 'em sayin'
That no way to delay
trouble comin' every day
No way to
That trouble comin' day

Well you can it,
You can it...
'Cause, baby, I don't it...
Take your TV and eat it
'N all that phony on sports
'N all THOSE reports
You know I watched that box
Until my began to hurt
From out the way
The newsmen say they get the
Before the guys on so-and-so
And they assert
That any show interrupt
To bring you news if it up
They say that if the blows up
be the first to tell
Because the they got downtown
Are hard and doin' swell,
And if gets the news
it hits the street,
They say no one blabs it faster
Their can't be beat

And if another driver
Gets machine-gunned from her
They'll send joker with a brownie
And see it all complete

So I'm and I'm waitin'
Hopin' for the
Even think I'll go to
Every time I hear 'em
there's no way to delay
That trouble every day
No way to
That trouble comin' day

Hey you something people
I'm not
But there's a whole lots a
I wish I could say I'm not

Well, I the fires burnin'
And the local turnin'
On the merchants and the
Who used to sell brooms and mops
And every household item
Watched the mob turn and bite 'em
And they say it 'em right
a few of them are white,
And it's the same the nation
Black & discrimination
yellin' "You can't understand me!"
And all the other crap hand me
In the and TV
'N all mass stupidity
That seems to more every day
time you hear some nitwit say
He to go and do you in
Because the of your skin
don't appeal to him
(No if it's black or white)
Because he's out for blood
You know we gotta sit at home
And watch this thing
But I bet there be many left
To see it end
the fire in the street
Ain't the fire in my heart
And in the of all these people
Don't you know that this could
On any street in any
In any if any clown
that now's the time to fight
For some ideal he is right
And if a million more
There no great society
As it to you and me
Our isn't free
And the law to see
If all you can ever be
Is a lousy janitor
Unless your owns a store
You know that in every four
WON'T amount TO more
So the rats go across the floor
And make up songs being poor
you harmonica son!