Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Got Trouble

Well, ya got trouble, my friend, here,
I say, right here in River City.
Why sure I'm a player,
Certainly mighty I say
I'm always proud to say it.
I consider that the hours I
With a cue in my are golden.
you cultivate horse sense
And a head and a keen eye.
Did ya ever and try to give
An iron-clad to yourself
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 a ball in a pocket.
And call that sloth.
The first big step on the
To the of deg-ra-Day--
I say, first, medicinal wine a teaspoon,
Then from a bottle.
An' the thing ya know,
son is playin' for money
In a suit.
And list'nin to some big out-a-town
Hearin' him tell horse-race gamblin'.
Not a wholesome race, no!
But a race where they set right on the horse!
to see some 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 that the diff'rence
a gentlemen and a bum,
With a "B,"
And that rhymes with "P" and stands for pool!
And all week your River City
be frittern away,
I say your young be frittern!
away their noontime, suppertime, choretime too!
Get the in the pocket,
Never mind gittin' pulled
Or the screen door patched or the pounded.
Never pumpin' any water
your parents are caught with the Cistern empty
On a night and that's trouble,
Oh, yes we got lots and a' trouble.
I'm thinkin' of the in the knickerbockers,
Shirt-tail young ones, in the pool
window after school, ya got trouble, folks!
Right here in City.
Trouble a capital "T"
And that rhymes with "P" and that for pool!
Now, I all you folks are the right kinda parents.
I'm be perfectly frank.
Would ya like to know what kinda conversation
On while they're loafin' around that
They're out Bevo, tryin' out cubebs,
Tryin' out Mades like 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
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 rhymes "P"
And that for Pool,
That for pool.
We've got trouble!
Right here in City,
here!
Gotta out a way
To keep the young ones after school!
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble...

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