Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble on The Horizon

By: jimmy

Spoken with music playing:

This is a song that started a long time ago. when there
Was just the water world. there was this strange fish
That moved the hidden currents of the deep dark ocean.
He he was different because he could sense there was
Something else in his nature. he swam in for millions
Of years and one day he it was time to go up. he
Was in the world of light where he remained a long time
Until his allowed him to see color. the world was no
Longer a place and he moved further up into the light
And one day before he it he was no longer in the water
World. his head was the surface and he felt his gills
into lungs and he said "ah shit! I'm an amphibian!"
Then he slowly swam towards the waters and
Marshes of the and one day he felt the ground
his feet. there he gathered his wits, checked
His balance, and stood erect. and that's the
began!

Well the birds disappeared and the sky to turn purple,
>from the skeleton to the land of violins.
Sailors prayed to the saint of lightening,
"please st. barbara, our miserable skins."

They say that God care of drunks and fools and children,
leaves the rest of us rummaging for alibis.
But friends trouble, trouble on the horizon,
And it an inconspicuous disguise.
You see it coming,
You never a clue,
But trouble on the horizon,
like a roux.

You have to the weather,
You've got to the storm.
is trouble on the horizon,
to perform.

You us cigarettes, guns, and whiskey,
And watch happens,
Then add a nuclear fusion and some gasoline.

We got trouble, trouble right in river city,
Every becoming halloween.

We see it coming,
We have a clue,
But there's on the horizon,
for the barbecue.

You have to the weather,
You've got to the storm.
There is on the horizon,
to perform.

I've a spaceship built by howard hughes,
I've been a witness to strange taboos.
I've a storm from deep inside the eye
Of don't lie.
don't lie.

In the of desperation,
You'll cry a baby.
When it right down to merely molecules.
Hell, you can to jesus or a flock of pink flamingos.,
But in the hour of are the fools.

I hope that all the greedy in the world
back as lobsters.
You know that life at the bottom of the food
them well.
I think that all of the evil people of the
back as horseflies,
They one last bite before they're sent to hell.

You know it's coming,
You've got to a clue,
There is on the horizon,
like a roux.

You have to the weather,
You've got to the storm.
To trouble on the horizon,
You got to informed.

Trouble out there, ain't no where,
on the horizon,
Trouble out there, ain't no where,
You got to on the horizon,
out there,
out there,
I see bad arising.