Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble on The Horizon

By: jimmy

Spoken intro with playing:

This is a song that started a long time ago. back when
Was just the world. there was this strange looking fish
That moved along the hidden currents of the dark ocean.
He knew he was different because he could sense was
Something else in his nature. he in circles for millions
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
his eyes allowed him to see color. the world was no
Longer a dark place and he moved further up the light
And one day he knew it he was no longer in the water
World. his was above the surface and he felt his gills
Turn into 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 the ground
Beneath his feet. there he his wits, checked
His balance, and stood erect. and that's the
began!

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

They say that God takes care of and fools and children,
leaves 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 trouble on the horizon,
Bubbling a roux.

You to taste the weather,
You've got to the storm.
is trouble on the horizon,
to perform.

You us cigarettes, guns, and whiskey,
And what happens,
Then add a little nuclear and some gasoline.

We got trouble, trouble here in river city,
day's 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 a spaceship built by howard hughes,
I've been a witness to strange taboos.
I've a storm from deep inside the eye
Of hurricane 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 flock of flamingos.,
But in the of desperation are the fools.

I hope that all the greedy bastards in the
back as lobsters.
You know that life at the bottom of the food
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 better know coming,
got to have a clue,
There is on the horizon,
like a roux.

You have to the weather,
You've got to the storm.
To keep on the horizon,
You got to informed.

out there, ain't 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.