Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Got Trouble

Well, either you're closing your
To a situation you do now wish to
Or you are not aware of the caliber of indicated
By the presence of a pool table in community.
Ya got trouble, my friend, here,
I say, trouble right in River City.
Why sure I'm a player,
Certainly proud I say
I'm always mighty to say it.
I consider the hours I spend
With a cue in my are golden.
you cultivate horse sense
And a head and a keen eye.
Never and try to give
An leave to yourself
From a billiard shot?
But as I say,
It judgement, brains, and maturity to score
In a game,
I say any b___ kin take
And a ball in a pocket.
And call that 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,
Your son is playin' for
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 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.
Pockets that 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 their noontime, suppertime, too!
Get the in the pocket,
Never mind Dandelions pulled
Or the screen patched or the beefsteak pounded.
Never mind any water
'Til your parents are caught with the Cistern
On a night 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 after school, look, folks!
Right here in City.
Trouble a capital "T"
And that rhymes "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 goes
On while they're loafin' around that
They're out Bevo, tryin' out cubebs,
Tryin' out Tailor Mades like Feends!
And braggin' all
How they're cover 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
That'll grab your son and daughter
the arms of a jungle animal instink!
Mass-staria!
Friends, the idle is the devil's playground!

Trouble, oh we got trouble,
Right here in City!
With a "T"
That with "P"
And that for Pool,
stands for pool.
We've got trouble!
here 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 tell-tale of corruption!
The moment son leaves the house,
Does he rebuckle his knickerbockers below the
Is there a nicotine on his index finger?
A dime novel hidden in the corn
Is he starting to jokes from Capt.
Billy's Whiz
Are certain words creeping his conversation?
Words 'swell?"
And 'so's old man?"
Well, if so my friends,
Ya got trouble,
Right here in city!
With a "T"
And that rhymes "P"
And stands for Pool.
surely got trouble!
Right here in City!
Remember the Maine, Plymouth Rock and the 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 rhyme it "P"!
And stands for Pool!!!