Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Got Trouble

Well, either you're your eyes
To a you do now wish to acknowledge
Or you are not aware of the caliber of indicated
By the presence of a pool in your community.
Ya got trouble, my friend, here,
I say, trouble here in River City.
Why sure I'm a player,
mighty proud I say
I'm always mighty to say it.
I consider the hours I spend
With a cue in my are golden.
Help you cultivate horse
And a cool and a keen eye.
take and try to give
An leave to yourself
a three-reail billiard shot?
But as I say,
It takes judgement, brains, and maturity to
In a game,
I say any b___ kin take
And shove a in a pocket.
And they that sloth.
The first big step on the
To the depths of
I say, first, medicinal from a teaspoon,
Then from a bottle.
An' the next ya know,
Your son is playin' for
In a suit.
And list'nin to some big Jasper
Hearin' him tell horse-race gamblin'.
Not a trottin' race, no!
But a race where set down right on the horse!
to see some stuck-up jockey'boy
Sittin' on Dan Patch? Make your boil?
Well, I say.
Friends, lemme tell you I mean.
Ya got one, two, three, four, five, six in a table.
that mark the diff'rence
Between a and a b__,
With a "B,"
And that rhymes with "P" and stands for pool!
And all week long your River
Youth'll be away,
I say your men'll be frittern!
Frittern away noontime, suppertime, choretime too!
Get the in the pocket,
Never mind gittin' pulled
Or the screen door patched or the pounded.
mind pumpin' any water
'Til your parents are caught the Cistern empty
On a Saturday and that's trouble,
Oh, yes we got lots and a' trouble.
I'm thinkin' of the in the knickerbockers,
young ones, peekin' in the pool
Hall after school, look, folks!
here in River City.
Trouble with a "T"
And that rhymes with "P" and stands for pool!
Now, I know all you are the right kinda parents.
I'm be perfectly frank.
Would ya like to know kinda conversation goes
On while loafin' around that Hall?
They're tryin' out Bevo, out cubebs,
Tryin' out Tailor Mades like Feends!
And all about
How gonna cover up a tell-tale breath with Sen-Sen.
One fine night, they leave the hall,
Headin' for the at the Arm'ry!
men and Scarlet women!
And Rag-time, music
That'll your son and your daughter
With the arms of a jungle instink!
Mass-staria!
Friends, the brain is the devil's playground!

Trouble, oh we got trouble,
Right in River City!
With a "T"
That rhymes "P"
And that for Pool,
That for pool.
surely got trouble!
Right here in City,
here!
Gotta out a way
To keep the young ones moral school!
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble...

Mothers of City!
Heed the warning before too late!
Watch for the tell-tale of corruption!
The your son leaves the house,
Does he rebuckle his below the knee?
Is there a nicotine stain on his finger?
A novel hidden in the corn crib?
Is he starting to memorize from Capt.
Billy's Bang?
Are certain creeping into his conversation?
like 'swell?"
And 'so's old man?"
Well, if so my friends,
Ya got trouble,
here in River city!
With a "T"
And that rhymes "P"
And that for Pool.
surely got trouble!
Right here in City!
the Maine, Plymouth Rock and the Golden Rule!
Oh, got trouble.
We're in terrible, trouble.
game with the fifteen numbered b____ is a devil's tool!
Oh yes we got trouble, trouble, trouble!
With a "T"! Gotta rhyme it "P"!
And that for Pool!!!