Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble on The Horizon

By: jimmy

Spoken intro with music

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
else in his nature. he swam 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 long
Until his eyes him to see color. the world was no
Longer a place and he moved further up into the light
And one day before he knew it he was no 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!"
Then he slowly swam towards the waters and
Marshes of the shore and one day he felt the
Beneath his feet. he gathered his wits, checked
His balance, and stood erect. and when the
began!

Well the disappeared and the sky began to turn purple,
>from the coast 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 leaves the rest of us for alibis.
But friends trouble, trouble on the horizon,
And it an inconspicuous disguise.
You see it coming,
You never 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,
add a little nuclear fusion and some gasoline.

We got trouble, trouble right in river city,
Every becoming halloween.

We see it coming,
We never a clue,
But there's 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 spaceship built by hughes,
I've a witness to some strange taboos.
I've seen a from deep inside the eye
Of don't lie.
Hurricane's lie.

In the of desperation,
cry like a baby.
When it comes down to merely molecules.
Hell, you can pray to or a flock of pink 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 of the food chain
them 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 better know coming,
got to have a clue,
There is on the horizon,
like a roux.

You have to the weather,
got to touch the storm.
To trouble 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.