Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble on The Horizon

By: buffett

Spoken with music playing:

This is a song that a long time ago. back when there
Was just the water world. was this strange looking fish
moved along 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 long
Until his eyes allowed him to see color. the was no
a dark 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 and he felt his gills
Turn into and he said "ah shit! I'm an amphibian!"
Then he slowly swam the shallow waters and
of the shore and one day he felt the ground
Beneath his feet. 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 prayed to the patron of lightening,
"please st. barbara, our miserable skins."

They say that God takes of drunks and fools and children,
That 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 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, trouble here in river city,
Every day's halloween.

We see it coming,
We have a clue,
But trouble 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 by howard hughes,
I've a witness to some strange taboos.
I've seen a storm deep inside the eye
Of don't lie.
don't lie.

In the of desperation,
cry like 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 that all the greedy bastards in the world
back as lobsters.
You know that life at the 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 know it's coming,
You've got to a clue,
is trouble on the horizon,
Bubbling a roux.

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

Trouble out there, ain't 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.