Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Got Trouble

Well, ya got trouble, my friend, here,
I say, trouble right in River City.
Why sure I'm a player,
mighty proud I say
I'm always proud to say it.
I that the hours I spend
With a cue in my are golden.
Help you horse sense
And a cool head and a eye.
Did ya ever and try to give
An leave to yourself
From a three-rail shot?
But as I say,
It takes judgement, brains, and maturity to
In a baulk game,
I say that any boob kin
And a ball in a pocket.
And they call sloth.
The first big step on the
To the depths of
I say, first, medicinal wine a teaspoon,
Then beer a bottle.
An' the thing ya know,
Your son is for money
In a suit.
And list'nin to big out-a-town Jasper
Hearin' him about horse-race gamblin'.
Not a trottin' race, no!
But a race where they set down on the horse!
Like to see some jockey'boy
Sittin' on Dan Patch? Make your boil?
Well, I say.
Friends, let me tell you I mean.
You got one, two, three, four, five, six in a table.
Pockets mark the diff'rence
Between a and a bum,
a capital "B,"
And that rhymes with "P" and stands for pool!
And all week long your River
Youth'll be away,
I say your men'll be frittern!
Frittern away noontime, suppertime, choretime too!
Get the in the pocket,
Never mind gittin' Dandelions
Or the screen door 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 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!
Right in River City.
with a capital "T"
And that rhymes "P" and that stands for pool!
Now, I know all you folks are the kinda parents.
I'm be perfectly frank.
Would ya like to know what kinda conversation
On while they're around that Hall?
They're tryin' out Bevo, out cubebs,
out Tailor Mades like Cigarette Fiends!
And all about
How they're gonna cover up a tell-tale breath Sen-Sen.
One fine night, leave the pool hall,
for the dance at the Arm'ry!
Libertine men and women!
And Rag-time, shameless
That'll grab your son and your
With the arms of a animal instinct!
Mass-steria!
Friends, the idle is the devil's playground!

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

Mothers of City!
Heed that before it's too late!
Watch for the sign of corruption!
The minute son leaves the house,
Does he rebuckle his knickerbockers below the
Is there a nicotine stain on his finger?
A dime novel hidden in the corn
Is he starting to jokes from Capt.
Billy's Bang?
Are words creeping into his conversation?
like, like 'swell?"
And your old man?"
Well, if so my friends,
Ya got trouble,
Right here in city!
a capital "T"
And that with "P"
And stands for Pool.
We've got trouble!
Right in River City!
the Maine, Plymouth Rock and the Golden Rule!
Oh, got trouble.
in terrible, terrible trouble.
That game with the fifteen numbered balls is a tool!
Oh yes we got trouble, trouble, trouble!
With a "T"! Gotta it with "P"!
And stands for Pool!!!