Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Got Trouble

Well, you're closing your eyes
To a you do now wish 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 I'm a billiard player,
mighty proud I say
I'm always proud to say it.
I consider that the I spend
With a cue in my are golden.
you cultivate horse sense
And a cool and a keen eye.
Never and try to give
An leave to yourself
From a three-reail shot?
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 first big on the road
To the of deg-ra-Day--
I say, first, wine from a teaspoon,
Then beer a bottle.
An' the next ya know,
Your son is for money
In a suit.
And list'nin to some big Jasper
Hearin' him about horse-race gamblin'.
Not a wholesome race, no!
But a where they set down right on the horse!
Like to see stuck-up jockey'boy
Sittin' on Dan Patch? Make your blood
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 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 noontime, suppertime, choretime too!
Get the in the pocket,
Never gittin' Dandelions pulled
Or the screen patched or the beefsteak pounded.
Never mind any water
'Til your parents are caught with the empty
On a night and that's trouble,
Oh, yes we got lots and a' trouble.
I'm thinkin' of the in the knickerbockers,
Shirt-tail young ones, in the pool
Hall window school, look, folks!
Right here in City.
Trouble a capital "T"
And that rhymes with "P" and that for pool!
Now, I all you folks are the right kinda parents.
I'm gonna be frank.
Would ya to know what kinda conversation goes
On they're loafin' around that Hall?
They're tryin' out Bevo, out cubebs,
Tryin' out Tailor Mades Cigarette Feends!
And braggin' all
How they're gonna cover up a 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
grab 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 stands for Pool,
That for pool.
We've got trouble!
here 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 it's too late!
Watch for the sign of corruption!
The your son leaves the house,
Does he rebuckle his below the knee?
Is there a nicotine stain on his index
A dime hidden in the corn crib?
Is he starting to jokes from Capt.
Billy's Whiz
Are words 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 that rhymes "P"
And stands for Pool.
We've 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 numbered b____ is a devil's tool!
Oh yes we got trouble, trouble, trouble!
With a "T"! Gotta rhyme it "P"!
And that for Pool!!!