Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Got Trouble

Well, you're closing your eyes
To a you do now wish to acknowledge
Or you are not of the caliber of disaster indicated
By the presence of a table in your community.
Ya got trouble, my friend, here,
I say, trouble right in River City.
Why I'm a billiard player,
Certainly mighty I say
I'm always proud to say it.
I consider that the hours I
a cue in my hand are golden.
Help you cultivate sense
And a cool head and a eye.
Never and try to give
An iron-clad to yourself
From a three-reail shot?
But as I say,
It judgement, brains, and maturity to score
In a game,
I say any b___ kin take
And shove a in a pocket.
And they call sloth.
The first big on the road
To the depths of
I say, first, medicinal wine a teaspoon,
Then beer a bottle.
An' the thing ya know,
Your son is playin' for
In a suit.
And list'nin to some big out-a-town
Hearin' him about horse-race gamblin'.
Not a wholesome race, no!
But a where they set down right on the horse!
Like to see stuck-up jockey'boy
Sittin' on Dan Patch? Make your blood
Well, I say.
Friends, lemme tell you I mean.
Ya got one, two, three, four, five, six in a table.
Pockets that mark the
a gentlemen and a b__,
With a "B,"
And that rhymes with "P" and stands for pool!
And all week long your City
be frittern away,
I say your men'll be frittern!
Frittern away their noontime, suppertime, too!
Get the in the pocket,
Never mind gittin' pulled
Or the screen patched or the beefsteak pounded.
Never mind pumpin' any
'Til your parents are caught with the empty
On a night and that's trouble,
Oh, yes we got lots and a' trouble.
I'm of the kids in the knickerbockers,
Shirt-tail ones, peekin' in the pool
Hall window school, look, folks!
here in River City.
Trouble a capital "T"
And that rhymes "P" and that stands for pool!
Now, I know all you are the right kinda parents.
I'm gonna be frank.
ya like to know what kinda conversation goes
On while loafin' around that Hall?
They're out Bevo, tryin' out cubebs,
Tryin' out Tailor like Cigarette Feends!
And braggin' all
How they're gonna cover up a tell-tale breath Sen-Sen.
One fine night, leave the pool 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 of a jungle animal instink!
Mass-staria!
Friends, the idle is the devil's playground!

Trouble, oh we got trouble,
Right here in City!
a capital "T"
That rhymes "P"
And stands for Pool,
That for pool.
We've got trouble!
here in River City,
here!
Gotta out a way
To keep the young ones moral school!
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble...

Mothers of City!
Heed the before it's too late!
for the tell-tale sign of corruption!
The moment son leaves the house,
Does he rebuckle his knickerbockers below the
Is there a nicotine on his index finger?
A novel hidden in the corn crib?
Is he starting to jokes from Capt.
Whiz Bang?
Are certain words into his conversation?
Words '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 stands for Pool.
We've got trouble!
Right in River City!
Remember the Maine, Rock and the Golden Rule!
Oh, got trouble.
We're in terrible, trouble.
That game with the numbered b____ is a devil's tool!
Oh yes we got trouble, trouble, trouble!
With a "T"! rhyme it with "P"!
And stands for Pool!!!