Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Got Trouble

Well, either you're closing eyes
To a situation you do now wish to
Or you are not aware of the caliber of indicated
By the presence of a pool table in community.
Ya got trouble, my friend, here,
I say, right here in River City.
Why I'm a billiard player,
mighty proud I say
I'm always proud to say it.
I that the hours I spend
With a cue in my are golden.
you cultivate horse sense
And a cool head and a eye.
Never take and try to
An leave to yourself
From a three-reail billiard
But as I say,
It judgement, brains, and maturity to score
In a game,
I say that any kin take
And shove a in a pocket.
And they that sloth.
The first big step on the
To the depths of
I say, first, medicinal from a teaspoon,
Then from a bottle.
An' the thing ya know,
Your son is playin' for
In a suit.
And list'nin to big out-a-town Jasper
Hearin' him tell horse-race gamblin'.
Not a trottin' 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 blood
Well, I say.
Friends, lemme tell you 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 with "P" and that stands for pool!
And all week your River City
be frittern away,
I say your young be frittern!
away their noontime, suppertime, choretime too!
Get the in the pocket,
Never mind gittin' Dandelions
Or the door patched or the beefsteak pounded.
Never pumpin' any water
'Til your parents are with the Cistern empty
On a Saturday night and trouble,
Oh, yes we got and lots a' trouble.
I'm thinkin' of the in the knickerbockers,
Shirt-tail ones, peekin' in the pool
Hall after school, look, folks!
here in River City.
Trouble with a "T"
And rhymes with "P" and that stands for pool!
Now, I know all you folks are the kinda parents.
I'm gonna be frank.
Would ya like to know kinda conversation goes
On while they're loafin' that Hall?
They're tryin' out Bevo, out cubebs,
Tryin' out Tailor Mades like Feends!
And braggin' all
How they're gonna cover up a breath with Sen-Sen.
One fine night, they leave the hall,
Headin' for the at the Arm'ry!
Libertine men and women!
And Rag-time, music
That'll grab son and your daughter
With the arms of a jungle instink!
Mass-staria!
Friends, the idle brain is the playground!

Trouble, oh we got trouble,
Right in River City!
With a "T"
That rhymes "P"
And that 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 warning it's too late!
Watch for the sign of corruption!
The your son leaves the house,
Does he his knickerbockers below the knee?
Is there a stain on his index finger?
A novel hidden in the corn crib?
Is he starting to jokes from Capt.
Whiz Bang?
Are certain words creeping into his
like 'swell?"
And your old man?"
Well, if so my friends,
Ya got trouble,
Right in River city!
With a "T"
And rhymes with "P"
And stands for Pool.
We've got trouble!
here in River City!
Remember the Maine, Plymouth 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"! rhyme it with "P"!
And stands for Pool!!!