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 mighty I say
I'm always mighty to say it.
I consider the hours I spend
With a cue in my are golden.
Help you cultivate sense
And a cool and a keen eye.
Did ya ever take and try to
An leave to yourself
From a three-rail shot?
But as I say,
It judgement, brains, and maturity to score
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 beer a bottle.
An' the thing ya know,
Your son is for money
In a suit.
And list'nin to some big Jasper
him tell about horse-race gamblin'.
Not a wholesome race, no!
But a where 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 you what I mean.
You got one, two, three, four, five, six in a table.
Pockets mark the diff'rence
a gentlemen and a bum,
With a "B,"
And that rhymes with "P" and that for pool!
And all week your River City
be frittern away,
I say your men'll be frittern!
Frittern their noontime, suppertime, choretime too!
Get the in the pocket,
Never gittin' Dandelions pulled
Or the screen door or the beefsteak pounded.
Never mind pumpin' any
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 of the kids in the knickerbockers,
Shirt-tail young ones, peekin' in the
window after 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 gonna be frank.
Would ya like to know what kinda conversation
On they're loafin' around that Hall?
They're out Bevo, tryin' out cubebs,
Tryin' out Tailor Mades like Fiends!
And braggin' all
How they're cover up a tell-tale breath with Sen-Sen.
One fine night, leave the pool hall,
Headin' for the at the Arm'ry!
men and Scarlet women!
And Rag-time, music
That'll 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 rhymes "P"
And stands for Pool,
stands for pool.
We've got trouble!
Right 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 minute son leaves the house,
Does he rebuckle his knickerbockers the knee?
Is there a stain on his index finger?
A dime novel hidden in the crib?
Is he starting to memorize jokes Capt.
Billy's Bang?
Are certain creeping into his conversation?
like, like 'swell?"
And 'so's old man?"
Well, if so my friends,
Ya got trouble,
Right in River city!
With a "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 with the numbered balls is a devil's tool!
Oh yes we got trouble, trouble, trouble!
With a "T"! rhyme it with "P"!
And that for Pool!!!