Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble on The Horizon

By: buffett

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This is a song that started a long time ago. back there
Was just the water world. there was this strange fish
That moved the hidden currents of the deep dark ocean.
He he was different 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 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 up into the light
And one day before he it he was no longer in the water
World. his head was the surface and he felt his gills
Turn lungs and he said "ah shit! I'm an amphibian!"
he slowly 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 coast to the land of violins.
prayed to the patron saint of lightening,
"please st. barbara, save our skins."

say that God takes care of drunks and fools and children,
That leaves the rest of us for alibis.
But friends there's trouble, on the horizon,
And it an inconspicuous disguise.
You see it coming,
You never a clue,
But trouble on the horizon,
Bubbling a roux.

You to taste 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 fusion and gasoline.

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

We see it coming,
We never 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 spaceship by howard hughes,
I've been a to some strange taboos.
seen a storm from deep inside the eye
Of hurricane lie.
Hurricane's lie.

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

I hope that all the bastards in the world
back as lobsters.
You know life at the bottom of the food chain
Suits well.
I think that all of the evil of the world
Come as horseflies,
They want one bite before 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.

Trouble out there, 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.