Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Got Trouble

Well, either closing your eyes
To a situation you do now to acknowledge
Or you are not of the caliber of disaster indicated
By the presence of a pool in your community.
Ya got trouble, my friend, here,
I say, right here in River City.
Why sure I'm a player,
Certainly proud I say
I'm always proud to say it.
I consider 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 iron-clad leave to
a three-reail billiard shot?
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 call that sloth.
The first big step on the
To the of deg-ra-Day--
I say, first, medicinal from a teaspoon,
Then beer a bottle.
An' the thing ya know,
Your son is playin' for
In a suit.
And list'nin to some big Jasper
Hearin' him tell about gamblin'.
Not a trottin' race, no!
But a race they set down right on the horse!
Like to see some jockey'boy
on Dan Patch? 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 that mark the
a gentlemen and a b__,
With a "B,"
And that with "P" and that stands for pool!
And all long your River City
Youth'll be away,
I say young men'll be frittern!
Frittern away their noontime, suppertime, too!
Get the in the pocket,
Never mind Dandelions pulled
Or the door patched or the beefsteak pounded.
Never pumpin' any water
your parents are caught with the Cistern empty
On a Saturday and that's trouble,
Oh, yes we got lots and a' trouble.
I'm thinkin' of the in the knickerbockers,
Shirt-tail young ones, peekin' in the
Hall window school, look, folks!
Right in River City.
Trouble with a "T"
And that rhymes with "P" and 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' around that
They're tryin' out Bevo, out cubebs,
Tryin' out Tailor like Cigarette Feends!
And braggin' all
How they're gonna cover up a tell-tale with Sen-Sen.
One fine night, leave the pool hall,
Headin' for the at the Arm'ry!
men and Scarlet women!
And Rag-time, music
That'll your 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!
a capital "T"
That rhymes "P"
And stands 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 before it's too late!
for the tell-tale sign of corruption!
The moment your son the house,
Does he rebuckle his knickerbockers the knee?
Is there a nicotine on his index finger?
A dime novel hidden in the corn
Is he to memorize jokes from Capt.
Billy's Bang?
Are certain words into his conversation?
Words 'swell?"
And 'so's old man?"
Well, if so my friends,
Ya got trouble,
Right here in city!
a capital "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 with the fifteen 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!!!