Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble on The Horizon

By: jimmy

intro with music playing:

This is a song that started a 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 could there was
Something else in his nature. he swam in circles for
Of years and one day he decided it was to go up. he
Was soon in the world of light where he remained a time
his eyes 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 above the surface and he his gills
Turn into and he said "ah shit! I'm an amphibian!"
Then he slowly swam towards the waters and
Marshes of the shore and one day he felt the
his feet. there he gathered his wits, checked
His balance, and stood erect. and when the
began!

Well the birds 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 care of and fools and children,
leaves the rest of us rummaging 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,
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 little nuclear and some gasoline.

We got trouble, right here 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 some taboos.
I've a storm from deep inside the eye
Of don't lie.
Hurricane's 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 flock of flamingos.,
But in the hour of are the fools.

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

You better know 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.

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.