Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Got Trouble

Well, you're 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, right here in River City.
Why sure I'm a player,
mighty proud I say
I'm always mighty to say it.
I consider that the hours I
a cue in my hand are golden.
Help you horse sense
And a cool and a keen eye.
take and try to give
An iron-clad leave to
a three-reail billiard 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 call that sloth.
The first big step on the
To the depths of
I say, first, wine from a teaspoon,
Then from a bottle.
An' the next ya know,
Your son is for money
In a suit.
And to some big out-a-town Jasper
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__,
With a "B,"
And that with "P" and that stands for pool!
And all week long your City
Youth'll be away,
I say your young be frittern!
Frittern away their noontime, suppertime, too!
Get the in the pocket,
Never mind Dandelions pulled
Or the screen door or the beefsteak pounded.
Never pumpin' any water
'Til your parents are caught with the Cistern
On a Saturday night and trouble,
Oh, yes we got and lots a' trouble.
I'm of the kids in the knickerbockers,
young ones, peekin' in the pool
Hall after school, look, folks!
Right in River City.
Trouble with a "T"
And that rhymes with "P" and stands for pool!
Now, I know all you folks are the kinda parents.
I'm be perfectly frank.
Would ya like to know what kinda conversation
On while they're loafin' around that
They're tryin' out Bevo, out cubebs,
Tryin' out Tailor like Cigarette Feends!
And braggin' all
How gonna cover up a tell-tale breath with Sen-Sen.
One night, they leave the pool hall,
for the dance at the Arm'ry!
Libertine men and women!
And Rag-time, music
That'll grab your son and daughter
the arms of a jungle animal instink!
Mass-staria!
Friends, the idle brain is the playground!

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

Mothers of City!
Heed the warning before too late!
for the tell-tale sign of corruption!
The moment son leaves the house,
Does he rebuckle his knickerbockers the knee?
Is there a stain on his index finger?
A dime novel hidden in the crib?
Is he starting to jokes from Capt.
Whiz Bang?
Are certain creeping 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 rhymes with "P"
And stands for Pool.
surely got trouble!
Right here in City!
Remember the Maine, Rock and the Golden Rule!
Oh, got trouble.
in terrible, terrible trouble.
That game with the fifteen numbered is a devil's tool!
Oh yes we got trouble, trouble, trouble!
a "T"! Gotta rhyme it with "P"!
And that for Pool!!!