Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble on The Horizon

By: buffett

Spoken intro with playing:

is a song that started a long time ago. back when there
Was just the water world. there was strange looking fish
That moved the hidden currents of the deep dark ocean.
He knew he was different because he sense there was
Something in his nature. he swam in circles for millions
Of years and one day he it was time to go up. he
Was soon in the of light where he remained 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 before he knew it he was no in the water
World. his head was above the and he felt his gills
Turn into lungs and he "ah shit! I'm an amphibian!"
Then he slowly swam towards the shallow and
Marshes of the and one day he felt the ground
Beneath his feet. he gathered his wits, checked
His balance, and stood erect. and when the
began!

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

They say that God takes of drunks and fools and children,
That the rest of us rummaging for alibis.
But friends there's trouble, on the horizon,
And it wears an 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 fusion and gasoline.

We got trouble, right here in river city,
day's becoming halloween.

We see it coming,
We never 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 spaceship built by hughes,
I've a witness to some strange taboos.
I've seen a storm from deep 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 to jesus or a flock of pink flamingos.,
But in the of desperation 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 people of the world
back as horseflies,
They want one last bite before sent to hell.

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