Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Got Trouble

Well, either you're your eyes
To a situation you do now to acknowledge
Or you are not aware of the of disaster indicated
By the of a pool table in your community.
Ya got trouble, my friend, here,
I say, trouble right in River City.
Why sure I'm a player,
mighty proud I say
I'm mighty proud to say it.
I consider that the hours I
With a cue in my are golden.
Help you cultivate sense
And a head and a keen eye.
take and try to give
An iron-clad leave to
From a three-reail billiard
But as I say,
It takes judgement, brains, and to score
In a game,
I say that any kin take
And shove a in a pocket.
And they call sloth.
The first big step on the
To the of deg-ra-Day--
I say, first, medicinal from 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 Jasper
Hearin' him tell about gamblin'.
Not a wholesome race, no!
But a race where they set down on the horse!
to see some stuck-up jockey'boy
Sittin' on Dan Patch? Make your boil?
Well, I say.
Friends, lemme you what 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 long 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 mind gittin' pulled
Or the screen door patched or the pounded.
Never mind pumpin' any
'Til your are caught with the Cistern empty
On a Saturday night and trouble,
Oh, yes we got lots and a' trouble.
I'm of the kids in the knickerbockers,
Shirt-tail young ones, peekin' in the
Hall after school, look, folks!
Right in River City.
with a capital "T"
And rhymes with "P" and that stands for pool!
Now, I know all you folks are the right parents.
I'm gonna be frank.
Would ya like to know what kinda conversation
On they're loafin' around that Hall?
tryin' out Bevo, tryin' out cubebs,
Tryin' out Mades like Cigarette Feends!
And all about
How they're gonna cover up a tell-tale with Sen-Sen.
One night, they leave the pool hall,
for the dance at the Arm'ry!
Libertine men and women!
And Rag-time, shameless
That'll grab son and your daughter
With the of a jungle animal instink!
Mass-staria!
Friends, the idle brain is the playground!

Trouble, oh we got trouble,
Right here in City!
a capital "T"
That with "P"
And that for Pool,
That for pool.
We've got trouble!
Right 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 warning before too late!
Watch for the tell-tale of corruption!
The your son leaves the house,
Does he his knickerbockers below the knee?
Is a nicotine stain on his index finger?
A dime hidden in the corn crib?
Is he starting to jokes from Capt.
Billy's Bang?
Are certain words creeping into his
like 'swell?"
And 'so's 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!
the Maine, Plymouth Rock and the Golden Rule!
Oh, got trouble.
We're in terrible, trouble.
That with the fifteen numbered b____ is a devil's tool!
Oh yes we got trouble, trouble, trouble!
With a "T"! Gotta it with "P"!
And stands for Pool!!!