Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Got Trouble

Well, either closing your eyes
To a situation you do now wish to
Or you are not of the caliber of disaster indicated
By the presence of a pool table in community.
Ya got trouble, my friend, here,
I say, trouble right in River City.
Why sure I'm a player,
Certainly proud I say
I'm mighty proud to say it.
I consider that the I spend
With a cue in my are golden.
Help you cultivate horse
And a head and a keen eye.
Never take and try to
An iron-clad to yourself
From a three-reail billiard
But as I say,
It judgement, brains, and maturity to score
In a game,
I say any b___ kin take
And a ball in a pocket.
And call that sloth.
The first big step on the
To the of deg-ra-Day--
I say, first, medicinal wine a teaspoon,
Then beer a bottle.
An' the next ya know,
son is playin' for money
In a suit.
And list'nin to some big out-a-town
Hearin' him tell about gamblin'.
Not a wholesome race, no!
But a race where they set down on the horse!
Like to see some stuck-up
Sittin' on Dan Make your blood boil?
Well, I say.
Friends, tell you what 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 rhymes with "P" and that stands for pool!
And all week your River City
be frittern away,
I say your men'll be frittern!
away their noontime, suppertime, choretime too!
Get the in the pocket,
Never gittin' Dandelions pulled
Or the screen door patched or the pounded.
Never mind any water
'Til your parents are with the Cistern empty
On a Saturday night and trouble,
Oh, yes we got lots and a' trouble.
I'm thinkin' of the in the knickerbockers,
Shirt-tail young ones, in the pool
Hall window school, look, folks!
here in River City.
Trouble with a "T"
And that with "P" and that stands for pool!
Now, I all you folks are the right kinda parents.
I'm gonna be frank.
Would ya like to know kinda conversation goes
On while loafin' around that Hall?
tryin' out Bevo, tryin' out cubebs,
Tryin' out Tailor like Cigarette Feends!
And all about
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!
Libertine men and women!
And Rag-time, shameless
That'll grab your son and your
With the arms of a animal 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 stands for Pool,
stands for pool.
We've 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 it's too late!
Watch for the sign of corruption!
The moment your son the house,
he rebuckle his knickerbockers below the knee?
Is a nicotine stain on his index finger?
A dime novel hidden in the crib?
Is he to memorize jokes from Capt.
Billy's Bang?
Are certain words 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 with "P"
And stands for Pool.
surely got trouble!
Right in River City!
Remember the Maine, Rock and the Golden Rule!
Oh, got trouble.
in terrible, terrible trouble.
That game with the fifteen b____ is a devil's tool!
Oh yes we got trouble, trouble, trouble!
With a "T"! Gotta it with "P"!
And that for Pool!!!