Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Got Trouble

Well, ya got trouble, my friend, here,
I say, right here in River City.
Why I'm a billiard player,
Certainly proud I say
I'm always proud to say it.
I consider that the hours I
With a cue in my are golden.
Help you cultivate sense
And a cool and a keen eye.
Did ya take 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 line game,
I say that any kin take
And shove a in a pocket.
And they 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 next ya know,
Your son is for money
In a suit.
And list'nin to big out-a-town Jasper
him tell about horse-race gamblin'.
Not a wholesome race, no!
But a race where they set down on the horse!
Like to see some stuck-up
Sittin' on Dan Patch? Make your blood
Well, I say.
Friends, let me tell you I mean.
You got one, two, three, four, five, six in a table.
that mark the diff'rence
Between a and a bum,
With a "B,"
And that rhymes "P" and that stands for pool!
And all week your River City
Youth'll be away,
I say young men'll be frittern!
away their noontime, suppertime, choretime too!
Get the in the pocket,
mind gittin' Dandelions pulled
Or the screen door patched or the pounded.
Never mind any water
'Til your parents are caught with the empty
On a Saturday night and trouble,
Oh, yes we got and lots a' trouble.
I'm thinkin' of the in the knickerbockers,
young ones, peekin' in the pool
Hall after school, ya got trouble, folks!
here in River City.
Trouble a capital "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 what kinda conversation goes
On while they're loafin' that Hall?
They're tryin' out Bevo, out cubebs,
Tryin' out Tailor like Cigarette Fiends!
And braggin' all
How they're gonna cover up a breath with Sen-Sen.
One fine night, they leave the hall,
Headin' for the at the Arm'ry!
Libertine men and women!
And Rag-time, music
grab your son and your daughter
With the arms of a jungle instinct!
Mass-steria!
Friends, the idle is the devil's playground!

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

Mothers of City!
that warning before it's too late!
Watch for the sign of corruption!
The minute son leaves the house,
Does he his knickerbockers below the knee?
Is a nicotine stain on his index finger?
A dime novel in the corn crib?
Is he starting to memorize from Capt.
Billy's Bang?
Are certain words into his conversation?
Words like, 'swell?"
And your 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.
We've got trouble!
here in River City!
Remember the Maine, Rock and the Golden Rule!
Oh, got trouble.
We're in terrible, trouble.
That game with the fifteen numbered balls is a tool!
Oh yes we got trouble, trouble, trouble!
With a "T"! Gotta rhyme it "P"!
And that for Pool!!!