Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble on The Horizon

By: buffett

intro with music playing:

This is a song that started a long ago. back when there
Was just the water world. there was this strange fish
That moved along the hidden currents of the deep ocean.
He knew he was different because he could there was
Something else in his nature. he swam in circles for
Of years and one day he decided it was to go up. he
Was in the world of light where he remained a long time
Until his allowed him to see color. the world was no
Longer a dark and he moved further up into 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 lungs and he "ah shit! I'm an amphibian!"
Then he slowly swam towards the waters and
of the shore and one day he felt 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 skeleton to the land of violins.
Sailors prayed to the patron of lightening,
"please st. barbara, save our skins."

say that God takes care of drunks 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 trouble 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,
day's becoming halloween.

We see it coming,
We never a clue,
But there's on the horizon,
for the barbecue.

You to taste the weather,
got to touch the storm.
There is on the horizon,
to perform.

I've seen a spaceship by howard hughes,
I've been a witness to strange taboos.
I've seen a storm from inside the eye
Of don't lie.
Hurricane's lie.

In the of desperation,
cry like a baby.
When it right down to merely molecules.
Hell, you can to jesus or a flock of pink flamingos.,
But in the of desperation are the fools.

I hope that all the greedy in the world
back as lobsters.
You know life at the bottom of the food chain
them well.
I think that all of the people of the world
Come as horseflies,
want one last bite before they're sent to hell.

You better it's coming,
got to have a clue,
There is on the horizon,
like a roux.

You to taste 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, going no where,
You got to on the horizon,
out there,
out there,
I see bad arising.