Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Got Trouble

Well, either closing your eyes
To a you do now wish to acknowledge
Or you are not aware of the caliber of disaster
By the presence of a pool table in community.
Ya got trouble, my friend, here,
I say, right here in River City.
Why sure I'm a player,
Certainly proud I say
I'm always proud to say it.
I consider the hours I spend
a cue in my hand are golden.
Help you horse sense
And a cool and a keen eye.
Never take and try to
An iron-clad to yourself
From a three-reail billiard
But as I say,
It takes judgement, brains, and to score
In a game,
I say any b___ kin take
And a ball in a pocket.
And they that sloth.
The big step 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
him tell about horse-race gamblin'.
Not a wholesome race, no!
But a where they set down right on the horse!
Like to see some jockey'boy
Sittin' on Dan Patch? Make 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
Between a and a b__,
a capital "B,"
And that rhymes with "P" and that for pool!
And all week your River City
Youth'll be away,
I say your men'll be frittern!
Frittern their noontime, suppertime, choretime too!
Get the in the pocket,
Never mind gittin' Dandelions
Or the screen door or the beefsteak pounded.
Never mind any water
'Til parents are caught with the Cistern empty
On a night and that's trouble,
Oh, yes we got lots and a' trouble.
I'm of the kids in the knickerbockers,
young ones, peekin' in the pool
Hall window school, look, folks!
here in River City.
Trouble a capital "T"
And that rhymes with "P" and that for pool!
Now, I know all you folks are the right parents.
I'm be perfectly frank.
Would ya like to know kinda conversation goes
On while they're around that Hall?
They're out Bevo, tryin' out cubebs,
Tryin' out Tailor Mades like Feends!
And braggin' all
How gonna cover up a tell-tale breath with Sen-Sen.
One night, they leave the pool hall,
Headin' for the at the Arm'ry!
men and Scarlet women!
And Rag-time, shameless
That'll your 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 with "P"
And that for Pool,
That 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 before it's too late!
Watch for the tell-tale of corruption!
The moment your son the house,
Does he his knickerbockers below the knee?
Is there a nicotine on his index finger?
A dime hidden in the corn crib?
Is he starting to memorize jokes Capt.
Billy's Bang?
Are certain words into his conversation?
Words 'swell?"
And your old man?"
Well, if so my friends,
Ya got trouble,
here in River city!
With a "T"
And rhymes with "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 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!!!