Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Got Trouble

Well, ya got trouble, my friend, here,
I say, trouble right in River City.
Why I'm a billiard player,
Certainly mighty I say
I'm mighty proud to say it.
I consider that the hours I
a cue in my hand are golden.
Help you horse sense
And a cool head and a eye.
Did ya ever take and try to
An iron-clad leave to
From a billiard shot?
But as I say,
It takes judgement, brains, and to score
In a line game,
I say that any kin take
And shove a in a pocket.
And they that sloth.
The big step on the road
To the of deg-ra-Day--
I say, first, wine from a teaspoon,
beer from a bottle.
An' the next 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 they 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 tell you I mean.
You got one, two, three, four, five, six in a table.
Pockets that the diff'rence
Between a and a bum,
a capital "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!
Frittern away noontime, suppertime, choretime too!
Get the in the pocket,
Never mind gittin' pulled
Or the screen door or the beefsteak pounded.
Never mind any water
'Til your parents are 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.
Trouble a capital "T"
And that rhymes with "P" and stands for pool!
Now, I all you folks are the right kinda parents.
I'm be perfectly frank.
Would ya to know what kinda conversation goes
On they're loafin' around that Hall?
They're tryin' out Bevo, out cubebs,
out Tailor Mades like Cigarette Fiends!
And all about
How they're gonna up a tell-tale breath with Sen-Sen.
One fine night, they the pool hall,
Headin' for the at the Arm'ry!
men and Scarlet women!
And Rag-time, shameless
That'll grab your son and your
With the of a jungle animal instinct!
Mass-steria!
Friends, the brain is the devil's playground!

Trouble, oh we got trouble,
Right in River City!
a capital "T"
That rhymes "P"
And that 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 warning it's too late!
for the tell-tale sign of corruption!
The your 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 memorize jokes Capt.
Billy's Whiz
Are certain creeping into his conversation?
like, like 'swell?"
And 'so's old man?"
Well, if so my friends,
Ya got trouble,
here in River city!
With a "T"
And rhymes with "P"
And that for Pool.
surely got trouble!
Right in River City!
Remember the Maine, Plymouth Rock and the 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!
a "T"! Gotta rhyme it with "P"!
And that for Pool!!!