Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble on The Horizon

By: buffett

Spoken with music playing:

This is a song that started a long time ago. when there
Was just the water world. there was strange looking fish
That moved along the hidden of the deep dark ocean.
He he was different because he could sense there was
Something else in his nature. he swam in for millions
Of and one day he decided it was time to go up. he
Was soon in the world of light where he remained a long
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 above the and he felt his gills
Turn lungs and he said "ah shit! I'm an amphibian!"
Then he slowly swam towards the shallow and
of the shore and one day he felt the ground
Beneath his feet. there he gathered his wits,
His balance, and stood erect. and that's the
began!

Well the birds and the sky began to turn purple,
>from the skeleton coast to the 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,
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 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 nuclear fusion and some gasoline.

We got trouble, trouble here in river 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.
There is on the horizon,
to perform.

I've seen a built by howard hughes,
been a witness to some strange 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 to merely 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
Come as lobsters.
You know that life at the of the food chain
Suits well.
I think that all of the evil people of the
back as horseflies,
They want one last bite before sent to hell.

You know it's coming,
got to have 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, 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.