Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Got Trouble

Well, either 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, right here in River City.
Why sure I'm a player,
Certainly mighty I say
I'm always mighty 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.
take and try to give
An leave to yourself
a three-reail billiard shot?
But as I say,
It takes judgement, brains, and maturity to
In a game,
I say that any b___ kin
And shove a in a pocket.
And they call sloth.
The first big step on the
To the of deg-ra-Day--
I say, first, wine from a teaspoon,
beer from a bottle.
An' the thing ya know,
son is playin' for money
In a suit.
And to some big out-a-town Jasper
him tell about horse-race gamblin'.
Not a trottin' race, no!
But a race where they set down on the horse!
Like to see some stuck-up
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.
Pockets mark the diff'rence
a gentlemen and a b__,
With a "B,"
And that rhymes "P" and that stands for pool!
And all week long River City
Youth'll be away,
I say your men'll 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 mind pumpin' any
your parents are caught with the Cistern empty
On a night and that's trouble,
Oh, yes we got and lots a' trouble.
I'm thinkin' of the in the knickerbockers,
Shirt-tail young ones, in the pool
window after school, look, folks!
Right in River City.
with a capital "T"
And that 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 conversation goes
On while they're loafin' that Hall?
They're out Bevo, tryin' out cubebs,
out Tailor Mades like Cigarette Feends!
And all about
How they're cover up a tell-tale breath with Sen-Sen.
One night, they leave the pool hall,
Headin' for the at the Arm'ry!
men and Scarlet women!
And Rag-time, shameless
That'll grab your son and your
With the of a jungle animal instink!
Mass-staria!
Friends, the idle is the devil's playground!

Trouble, oh we got trouble,
Right in River City!
With a "T"
rhymes 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 moral school!
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble...

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