Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble on The Horizon

By: jimmy

Spoken intro with playing:

This is a song that started a time ago. back when there
Was just the water world. there was this strange looking
That moved along the currents of the deep dark ocean.
He he was different because he could sense 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
Until his eyes him to see color. the world was no
Longer a dark place and he moved further up 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 lungs and he "ah shit! I'm an amphibian!"
Then he swam towards the shallow waters and
Marshes of the shore and one day he the ground
Beneath his feet. there he his wits, checked
His balance, and erect. and that's when the
began!

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

They say that God takes care of and fools and children,
That leaves the rest of us for alibis.
But friends there's trouble, on the horizon,
And it wears an 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 watch happens,
Then add a little nuclear fusion and gasoline.

We got trouble, trouble here in river city,
day's becoming halloween.

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

In the of desperation,
You'll cry a baby.
it comes right down to merely molecules.
Hell, you can pray to jesus or a of pink flamingos.,
But in the hour of are the fools.

I hope all the greedy bastards in the world
Come as lobsters.
You know life at the bottom of the food chain
Suits well.
I think all of the evil people of the world
Come as horseflies,
They want one last bite before sent to hell.

You better know coming,
got to have 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, ain't 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.