Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Got Trouble

Well, either you're closing your
To a you do now wish to acknowledge
Or you are not of the caliber of disaster indicated
By the of a pool table in your community.
Ya got trouble, my friend, here,
I say, trouble here in River City.
Why sure I'm a player,
Certainly mighty I say
I'm mighty proud to say it.
I consider that the hours I
a cue in my hand are golden.
Help you horse sense
And a head and a keen eye.
take and try to give
An leave to yourself
From a billiard shot?
But as I say,
It takes judgement, brains, and maturity to
In a game,
I say that any kin take
And shove a in a pocket.
And call that sloth.
The first big on the road
To the of deg-ra-Day--
I say, first, medicinal wine a teaspoon,
Then from a bottle.
An' the next ya know,
son is playin' for money
In a suit.
And list'nin to some big out-a-town
Hearin' him about horse-race gamblin'.
Not a wholesome race, no!
But a where they set down right on the horse!
to see some stuck-up jockey'boy
Sittin' on Dan Make your blood boil?
Well, I say.
Friends, tell 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 River City
Youth'll be away,
I say young men'll be frittern!
Frittern away noontime, suppertime, choretime too!
Get the in the pocket,
mind gittin' Dandelions pulled
Or the screen patched or the beefsteak pounded.
Never mind pumpin' any
'Til your are caught with the Cistern empty
On a Saturday and that's trouble,
Oh, yes we got lots and a' trouble.
I'm of the kids in the knickerbockers,
Shirt-tail young ones, in the pool
Hall window school, look, folks!
Right here in City.
Trouble with a "T"
And that 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 conversation goes
On while they're loafin' around Hall?
tryin' out Bevo, tryin' out cubebs,
Tryin' out Mades like Cigarette Feends!
And all about
How they're gonna up a tell-tale breath with Sen-Sen.
One fine night, they leave the hall,
for the dance at the Arm'ry!
Libertine men and women!
And Rag-time, shameless
grab your son and your daughter
With the of a jungle 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 rhymes "P"
And stands for Pool,
That for pool.
surely 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 it's too late!
Watch for the sign of corruption!
The moment son leaves the house,
Does he rebuckle his knickerbockers the knee?
Is there a nicotine stain on his finger?
A dime hidden in the corn crib?
Is he to memorize jokes from Capt.
Whiz Bang?
Are certain words creeping into his
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 in River City!
Remember the Maine, Plymouth Rock and the 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!
a "T"! Gotta rhyme it with "P"!
And stands for Pool!!!