Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Got Trouble

Well, you're closing your eyes
To a situation you do now wish to
Or you are not of the caliber of disaster indicated
By the presence of a pool table in community.
Ya got trouble, my friend, here,
I say, trouble right here in City.
Why I'm a billiard player,
Certainly mighty I say
I'm mighty proud to say it.
I consider the hours I spend
a cue in my hand are golden.
Help you cultivate sense
And a cool head and a eye.
Never and try to give
An iron-clad leave to
From a billiard shot?
But as I say,
It takes judgement, brains, and maturity to
In a game,
I say that any b___ kin
And a ball in a pocket.
And call that sloth.
The first big on the road
To the of deg-ra-Day--
I say, first, medicinal from a teaspoon,
Then beer a bottle.
An' the next ya know,
son is playin' for money
In a suit.
And list'nin to big out-a-town Jasper
Hearin' him tell horse-race gamblin'.
Not a wholesome race, no!
But a race where they set right on the horse!
Like to see some stuck-up
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 mark the diff'rence
a gentlemen and a b__,
With a "B,"
And rhymes with "P" and that stands 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,
mind gittin' Dandelions pulled
Or the door patched or the beefsteak pounded.
Never mind any water
'Til your parents are caught with the empty
On a Saturday and that's trouble,
Oh, yes we got and lots a' trouble.
I'm of the kids in the knickerbockers,
young ones, peekin' in the pool
Hall window school, look, folks!
Right here in City.
with a capital "T"
And rhymes with "P" and that stands for pool!
Now, I know all you are the right kinda parents.
I'm gonna be frank.
Would ya like to know what kinda conversation
On while they're around that Hall?
They're out Bevo, tryin' 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
That'll grab your son and your
With the arms of a animal instink!
Mass-staria!
Friends, the idle is the devil's playground!

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

Mothers of City!
the warning before it's too late!
Watch for the sign of corruption!
The your son leaves the house,
Does he rebuckle his below the knee?
Is a nicotine stain on his index finger?
A dime novel hidden in the crib?
Is he starting to memorize jokes Capt.
Billy's Bang?
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 here in City!
the Maine, Plymouth Rock and the Golden Rule!
Oh, got trouble.
in terrible, terrible trouble.
That game with the fifteen numbered b____ is a tool!
Oh yes we got trouble, trouble, trouble!
With a "T"! Gotta rhyme it "P"!
And stands for Pool!!!