Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble on The Horizon

By: buffett

intro with music playing:

This is a song that started a long time ago. when there
Was just the water world. there was this 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 allowed him to see color. the world was no
Longer a dark and he moved further up into the light
And one day he knew it he was no longer in the water
World. his was above the surface and he felt his gills
Turn into lungs and he "ah shit! I'm an amphibian!"
Then he swam towards the shallow waters and
of the shore and one day he felt the ground
Beneath his feet. there he his wits, checked
His balance, and stood erect. and when the
began!

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

They say God takes care of drunks and fools and children,
That leaves the 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,
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 here in city,
Every becoming 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.
is trouble on the horizon,
to perform.

I've seen a spaceship built by hughes,
I've been a witness to some taboos.
I've seen a storm deep inside the eye
Of hurricane lie.
don't lie.

In the of desperation,
cry like a baby.
When it comes right to merely molecules.
Hell, you can to jesus or a flock of pink flamingos.,
But in the hour of are the fools.

I that all the greedy bastards in the world
Come 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 they're sent to hell.

You know it's coming,
got to have a clue,
There is on the horizon,
Bubbling a roux.

You have to the weather,
got to touch the storm.
To keep 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.