Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble Every Day

Well I'm to get UPSET
watchin' my TV
Been out the news
my eyeballs fail to see
I mean they say every day
Is another rotten mess
And when gonna change, my friends
Is anybody's

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

Wednesday I the riot...
I the cops out on the street
Watched 'em rocks and stuff
And chokin' in the
to reports
About the whisky 'round
the smoke & fire
And the burnin' down
while everybody
On his would take a turn
To stomp and smash and bash and
And slash and and burn

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

Well you can it,
You can it...
'Cause, baby, I don't it...
Take your TV and eat it
'N all that phony stuff on
'N all THOSE reports
You know I watched that box
my head began to hurt
From out the way
The newsmen say get the dirt
Before the guys on channel
And they assert
That any show they'll
To bring you if it comes up
They say that if the place up
They'll be the first to
Because the they got downtown
Are workin' hard and swell,
And if gets the news
Before it the street,
They say that no one it faster
Their coverage be beat

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

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

Hey you something people
I'm not
But there's a lots a times
I wish I say I'm not white

Well, I seen the burnin'
And the local people
On the merchants and the
Who to sell their brooms and mops
And every other item
Watched the mob just turn and 'em
And say it served 'em right
a few of them are white,
And it's the same across the
Black & discrimination
They're "You can't understand me!"
And all the other they hand me
In the and TV
'N all that mass
That seems to grow more day
Each time you hear nitwit say
He to go and do you in
Because the color of skin
don't appeal to him
(No matter if it's or white)
he's out for blood tonight
You know we gotta sit at home
And watch this thing
But I bet there won't be many
To see it end
'Cause the in the street
Ain't like the in my heart
And in the eyes of all these
Don't you that this could start
On any street in any
In any state if any
Decides that now's the time to
For some ideal he is right
And if a million more
There ain't no society
As it to you and me
Our country isn't
And the law to see
If all that you can be
Is a lousy janitor
Unless your owns a store
You know five in every four
WON'T TO nothin' more
So watch the rats go across the
And make up songs about poor
you harmonica son!