Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble on The Horizon

By: jimmy

Spoken with music playing:

This is a that started a long time ago. back when there
Was the water world. there was this strange looking fish
That moved along the hidden currents of the deep ocean.
He knew he was different because he sense there was
Something in his nature. he swam in circles for millions
Of years and one day he decided it was to go up. he
Was soon in the world of light he remained a long time
his eyes allowed 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 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 shore and one day he felt the
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 coast to the land of violins.
Sailors prayed to the patron of lightening,
"please st. barbara, save our skins."

They say that God takes care of 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 there's 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 watch happens,
Then add a little nuclear fusion and gasoline.

We got trouble, right 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,
got to touch the storm.
There is on the horizon,
to perform.

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

In the of desperation,
cry like a baby.
When it comes 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 that all the greedy bastards in the
Come as lobsters.
You know life at the bottom of the food chain
them well.
I that all of the evil people of the world
back as horseflies,
They want one last before they're sent to hell.

You know it's coming,
You've got to a clue,
There is 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, 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.