Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble on The Horizon

By: jimmy

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This is a song that started a long ago. back when there
Was just the world. there was this strange looking fish
moved along the hidden currents of the deep dark ocean.
He knew he was because he could sense there was
Something else in his nature. he in circles for millions
Of and one day he decided it was time to go up. he
Was soon in the world of light he remained a long time
Until his eyes him to see color. the world was no
Longer a dark place and he moved further up into the
And one day before he knew it he was no longer in the
World. his head was the surface and he felt his gills
into 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 stood erect. and when the
began!

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

They say that God takes care of and fools and children,
That 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 to taste the weather,
You've got to 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 right 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,
You've got to the storm.
is trouble on the horizon,
to perform.

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

In the of desperation,
cry like 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 hope all the greedy bastards in the world
Come as lobsters.
You know that life at the of the food chain
Suits well.
I think all of the evil people of the world
back as horseflies,
They want one last bite before they're to hell.

You better know coming,
You've got to a clue,
is trouble 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, ain't no where,
You got to on the horizon,
out there,
out there,
I see bad arising.