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 mighty to say it.
I consider that the I spend
With a cue in my are golden.
you cultivate horse sense
And a cool head and a eye.
Did ya take and try to give
An leave to yourself
From a three-rail billiard
But as I say,
It takes judgement, brains, and maturity to
In a line game,
I say that any kin take
And a ball in a pocket.
And they that sloth.
The big step on the road
To the depths of
I say, first, wine from a teaspoon,
Then beer a bottle.
An' the next ya know,
son is playin' for money
In a suit.
And list'nin to some big out-a-town
Hearin' him 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 blood 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,
With a "B,"
And that rhymes "P" and that stands for pool!
And all week long River City
be frittern away,
I say young men'll be frittern!
away their noontime, suppertime, choretime too!
Get the in the pocket,
Never mind gittin' Dandelions
Or the door patched or the beefsteak pounded.
Never pumpin' any water
'Til your are caught with the Cistern empty
On a night and that's trouble,
Oh, yes we got lots and a' trouble.
I'm of the kids 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 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 braggin' all
How they're gonna cover up a tell-tale 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
grab your son and your daughter
With the of a jungle animal 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,
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!
for the tell-tale sign of corruption!
The your son leaves the house,
Does he rebuckle his below the knee?
Is there a nicotine stain on his index
A novel hidden in the corn crib?
Is he starting to memorize from Capt.
Billy's Whiz
Are certain words into his conversation?
like, like 'swell?"
And 'so's old man?"
Well, if so my friends,
Ya got trouble,
Right in River city!
a capital "T"
And that rhymes "P"
And stands for Pool.
surely got trouble!
Right here in City!
Remember the Maine, Rock and the Golden Rule!
Oh, got trouble.
in terrible, terrible trouble.
That game the fifteen numbered balls is a devil's tool!
Oh yes we got trouble, trouble, trouble!
With a "T"! Gotta rhyme it "P"!
And stands for Pool!!!