Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Got Trouble

Well, either you're closing eyes
To a you do now wish to acknowledge
Or you are not of the caliber of disaster indicated
By the of a pool table in your community.
Ya got trouble, my friend, here,
I say, trouble right here in City.
Why sure I'm a player,
Certainly mighty I say
I'm always proud to say it.
I consider the hours I spend
a cue in my hand are golden.
Help you cultivate sense
And a cool and a keen eye.
take and try to give
An iron-clad leave to
From a three-reail shot?
But as I say,
It takes judgement, brains, and to score
In a game,
I say that any b___ kin
And a ball in a pocket.
And they that sloth.
The first big step on the
To the of deg-ra-Day--
I say, first, medicinal from a teaspoon,
Then from a bottle.
An' the thing ya know,
Your son is for money
In a suit.
And list'nin to some big out-a-town
Hearin' him about 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 your blood
Well, I say.
Friends, tell you what I mean.
Ya got one, two, three, four, five, six in a table.
Pockets mark the diff'rence
a gentlemen and a b__,
With a "B,"
And that rhymes with "P" and stands for pool!
And all long your River City
Youth'll be away,
I say your men'll be frittern!
Frittern away their noontime, suppertime, too!
Get the in the pocket,
Never mind Dandelions pulled
Or the screen door or the beefsteak pounded.
mind pumpin' any water
'Til parents are caught with the Cistern empty
On a Saturday and that's trouble,
Oh, yes we got and lots a' trouble.
I'm of the kids in the knickerbockers,
young ones, peekin' in the pool
Hall after school, look, folks!
Right here in City.
with a capital "T"
And that with "P" and that stands for pool!
Now, I know all you folks are the kinda parents.
I'm gonna be frank.
Would ya like to know what kinda conversation
On while they're loafin' that Hall?
They're tryin' out Bevo, out cubebs,
out Tailor Mades like Cigarette Feends!
And braggin' all
How they're gonna cover up a tell-tale breath Sen-Sen.
One night, they 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 arms of a animal instink!
Mass-staria!
Friends, the brain is the devil's playground!

Trouble, oh we got trouble,
Right in River City!
With a "T"
rhymes with "P"
And stands for Pool,
stands for pool.
We've got trouble!
Right here in City,
here!
Gotta out a way
To keep the young ones moral school!
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble...

Mothers of City!
Heed the 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 novel in the corn crib?
Is he starting to memorize from Capt.
Billy's Whiz
Are certain words creeping into his
like 'swell?"
And 'so's old man?"
Well, if so my friends,
Ya got trouble,
here in River city!
With a "T"
And that with "P"
And stands for Pool.
surely got trouble!
Right in River City!
Remember the Maine, Rock and the Golden Rule!
Oh, got trouble.
in terrible, terrible trouble.
That game with the numbered b____ is a devil's tool!
Oh yes we got trouble, trouble, trouble!
a "T"! Gotta rhyme it with "P"!
And stands for Pool!!!