Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble on The Horizon

By: jimmy

intro with music playing:

This is a song that started a long ago. back when there
Was just the world. there was this strange looking fish
That along the hidden currents of the deep dark ocean.
He knew he was because he could sense there was
Something else in his nature. he 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
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 was above the surface and he felt his gills
Turn lungs and he said "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. there he gathered his wits,
His balance, and erect. and that's when the
began!

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

They say that God takes care of and fools and children,
leaves the rest of us rummaging for alibis.
But friends trouble, trouble on the horizon,
And it wears an disguise.
You see it coming,
You have a clue,
But trouble on the horizon,
Bubbling a roux.

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

You us cigarettes, guns, and whiskey,
And what happens,
add a little nuclear fusion and some 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 have to the weather,
You've got to the storm.
There is on the horizon,
to perform.

I've seen a spaceship by howard hughes,
I've been a witness to some taboos.
I've seen a storm deep inside the eye
Of hurricane lie.
Hurricane's lie.

In the of desperation,
You'll cry 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 that all the greedy bastards in the world
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 they're to hell.

You better know coming,
got to have 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.

out there, ain't 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.