Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Got Trouble

Well, either closing your eyes
To a situation you do now to acknowledge
Or you are not aware of the caliber of indicated
By the of a pool table in your community.
Ya got trouble, my friend, here,
I say, trouble right here in City.
Why I'm a billiard player,
mighty proud I say
I'm always proud to say it.
I consider that the hours I
With a cue in my are golden.
Help you cultivate sense
And a cool and a keen eye.
Never take and try to
An iron-clad leave to
From a three-reail billiard
But as I say,
It judgement, brains, and maturity to score
In a game,
I say that any b___ kin
And a ball in a pocket.
And call that sloth.
The first big step on the
To the depths of
I say, first, medicinal wine a teaspoon,
beer from a bottle.
An' the thing ya know,
Your son is playin' for
In a suit.
And list'nin to some big out-a-town
him tell about horse-race gamblin'.
Not a wholesome 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.
Pockets mark the diff'rence
Between a 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!
Frittern away their noontime, suppertime, too!
Get the in the pocket,
mind gittin' Dandelions pulled
Or the screen door or the beefsteak pounded.
Never mind any water
your parents are caught with 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,
Shirt-tail ones, peekin' in the pool
window after school, look, folks!
Right here in City.
with a capital "T"
And rhymes with "P" and that stands for pool!
Now, I know all you are the right kinda parents.
I'm be perfectly frank.
Would ya like to know what conversation goes
On while they're around that Hall?
tryin' out Bevo, tryin' out cubebs,
Tryin' out Tailor Mades Cigarette Feends!
And braggin' all
How they're gonna up a tell-tale breath with Sen-Sen.
One fine night, they leave the hall,
for the dance at the Arm'ry!
Libertine men and women!
And Rag-time, music
That'll grab son and your daughter
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!
a capital "T"
That rhymes "P"
And stands for Pool,
That for pool.
We've got trouble!
Right here in City,
here!
Gotta out a way
To keep the ones moral after school!
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble...

Mothers of City!
Heed the before it's too late!
Watch for the 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 dime novel hidden in the corn
Is he starting to jokes from Capt.
Whiz Bang?
Are certain creeping into his conversation?
Words 'swell?"
And your old man?"
Well, if so my friends,
Ya got trouble,
Right here in city!
With a "T"
And that rhymes "P"
And that for Pool.
surely got trouble!
Right in River City!
Remember the Maine, Plymouth and the Golden Rule!
Oh, got trouble.
We're in terrible, trouble.
That game with the fifteen numbered is a devil's tool!
Oh yes we got trouble, trouble, trouble!
With a "T"! Gotta rhyme it "P"!
And that for Pool!!!