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,
Certainly proud I say
I'm mighty proud to say it.
I consider that the I spend
With a cue in my are golden.
Help you horse sense
And a head and a keen eye.
Did ya ever take and try to
An iron-clad to yourself
From a three-rail billiard
But as I say,
It takes judgement, brains, and maturity to
In a baulk game,
I say that any kin take
And a ball in a pocket.
And they that sloth.
The first big step on the
To the depths of
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
Hearin' him tell about gamblin'.
Not a wholesome race, no!
But a race where set down right on the horse!
Like to see some stuck-up
Sittin' on Dan Patch? Make blood boil?
Well, I say.
Friends, let me you what 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 long your City
be frittern away,
I say young men'll be frittern!
Frittern their noontime, suppertime, choretime too!
Get the in the pocket,
Never gittin' Dandelions pulled
Or the door patched or the beefsteak pounded.
Never mind any water
'Til your parents are caught with the Cistern
On a Saturday and that's trouble,
Oh, yes we got lots and a' trouble.
I'm of the kids in the knickerbockers,
Shirt-tail ones, peekin' in the pool
Hall window school, ya got trouble, folks!
Right in River City.
with a capital "T"
And that with "P" and that stands for pool!
Now, I know all you folks are the right parents.
I'm gonna be frank.
Would ya like to know what kinda conversation
On while they're loafin' around that
They're tryin' out Bevo, out cubebs,
Tryin' out Mades like Cigarette Fiends!
And all about
How they're gonna cover up a tell-tale breath Sen-Sen.
One fine night, they leave the hall,
for the dance at the Arm'ry!
Libertine men and women!
And Rag-time, music
That'll your son and your daughter
With the of a jungle animal instinct!
Mass-steria!
Friends, the idle brain is the playground!

Trouble, oh we got trouble,
Right in River City!
With a "T"
rhymes with "P"
And that for Pool,
That for pool.
surely got trouble!
Right here in City,
here!
Gotta out a way
To keep the young moral 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 your son 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 jokes from Capt.
Whiz Bang?
Are certain words creeping into his
Words like, 'swell?"
And your old man?"
Well, if so my friends,
Ya got trouble,
Right in River city!
With a "T"
And that with "P"
And that for Pool.
surely got trouble!
Right in River City!
Remember the Maine, Rock and the Golden Rule!
Oh, got trouble.
We're in terrible, trouble.
game with the fifteen numbered balls is a devil's tool!
Oh yes we got trouble, trouble, trouble!
With a "T"! Gotta rhyme it "P"!
And that for Pool!!!