Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Got Trouble

Well, ya got trouble, my friend, here,
I say, trouble here in River City.
Why sure I'm a player,
Certainly mighty I say
I'm always proud to say it.
I that the hours I spend
a cue in my hand are golden.
Help you cultivate horse
And a cool and a keen eye.
Did ya ever and try to give
An leave to yourself
a three-rail billiard shot?
But as I say,
It judgement, brains, and maturity to score
In a baulk game,
I say that any boob kin
And a ball in a pocket.
And they call sloth.
The big step on the road
To the of deg-ra-Day--
I say, first, medicinal from a teaspoon,
Then beer a bottle.
An' the thing ya know,
son is playin' for money
In a suit.
And list'nin to some big Jasper
him tell about horse-race gamblin'.
Not a trottin' race, no!
But a where they set down right on the horse!
to see some stuck-up jockey'boy
Sittin' on Dan Patch? Make your blood
Well, I say.
Friends, let me you what I mean.
You got one, two, three, four, five, six in a table.
Pockets that the diff'rence
a gentlemen and a bum,
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!
Frittern their noontime, suppertime, choretime too!
Get the in the pocket,
Never mind gittin' Dandelions
Or the door patched or the beefsteak pounded.
mind pumpin' any water
'Til your parents are caught with the 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, ya got trouble, folks!
Right in River City.
Trouble a capital "T"
And rhymes with "P" and that stands for pool!
Now, I all you folks are the right kinda parents.
I'm be perfectly frank.
Would ya like to know what conversation goes
On while they're loafin' that Hall?
They're tryin' out Bevo, out cubebs,
Tryin' out Tailor Mades Cigarette Fiends!
And all about
How they're gonna cover up a tell-tale with Sen-Sen.
One fine night, they 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"
rhymes with "P"
And stands 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!
Heed that before it's too late!
for the tell-tale sign of corruption!
The minute your son the house,
Does he his knickerbockers below the knee?
Is there a stain on his index finger?
A dime novel hidden in the corn
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,
Right in River city!
a capital "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 the fifteen numbered balls is a devil's tool!
Oh yes we got trouble, trouble, trouble!
With a "T"! rhyme it with "P"!
And stands for Pool!!!