Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble on The Horizon

By: jimmy

Spoken intro with playing:

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

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

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

You to taste 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, right here in river city,
Every day's halloween.

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

You to taste the weather,
got to touch the storm.
There is on the horizon,
to perform.

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

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

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

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

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

out there, ain't 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.