Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble on The Horizon

By: buffett

Spoken intro with music

This is a song that a long time ago. back when there
Was just the water world. there was this strange looking
That moved along the hidden currents of the deep ocean.
He knew he was because he could sense there was
else in his nature. he swam in circles for millions
Of and one day he decided it was time to go up. he
Was soon in the world of where he remained a long time
Until his eyes allowed him to see color. the was no
Longer a dark place and he moved up into the light
And one day before he knew it he was no in the water
World. his head was above the and he felt his gills
Turn lungs and he said "ah shit! I'm an amphibian!"
Then he slowly swam towards the shallow and
Marshes of the shore and one day he the ground
Beneath his feet. there he gathered his wits,
His balance, and stood erect. and when the
began!

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

They say God takes care of drunks and fools and children,
That leaves the rest of us for alibis.
But friends trouble, trouble on the horizon,
And it an inconspicuous disguise.
You see it coming,
You have a clue,
But trouble on the horizon,
like a roux.

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

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

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

We see it coming,
We have a clue,
But trouble on the horizon,
for the barbecue.

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

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

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

I hope that all the bastards in the world
Come as lobsters.
You know that life at the bottom of the chain
Suits well.
I think that all of the people of the world
Come as horseflies,
They one last bite before they're sent to hell.

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

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

Trouble out there, going no where,
on the horizon,
Trouble out there, going no where,
You got to on the horizon,
out there,
out there,
I see bad arising.