Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble on The Horizon

By: buffett

Spoken intro with playing:

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

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

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

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

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

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

I've seen a spaceship built by hughes,
been 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 to merely molecules.
Hell, you can pray to jesus or a of pink flamingos.,
But in the hour of are the fools.

I hope that all the greedy bastards in the
Come as lobsters.
You that life at the bottom of the food chain
them well.
I that all of the evil people of the world
back as horseflies,
They want one last 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 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, ain't no where,
You got to on the horizon,
out there,
out there,
I see bad arising.