Luyện nghe bài hát Deep, Deep Trouble

Bart!
Marge: Go to room.
Yeah, right.

Well, you're if you do,
(What are we about?)
Well, damned if you do,
(Where's your of humour?)
Well, damned if you do,
And damned if you don't.

Bart!
Bart: Let me start at the start, then it away.
My is Simpson, Bartholemew J.
That's Bart, with an art, and a be ,
Then Simp, S-O-N, that's me!

Introductions aside, let's move along,
You can all sing along at the of the gong.
(Sound of the gong)
Once upon a time, a week ago,
All of a sudden, started to grow.
was buzzin', I was snoozin',
S'posed to get up now, but I was
To let reality an intrusion,
'Cause in land, I was cruisin'.
But the buzz kept buzzin', my kept buzzin'.
Gave the radio a throw, and an explosion.
(Homer: D'oh!)
up my eyes, and to my surprise,
There Homer, and his temperature risin'.
I was chillin', he was yellin',
all distorted, 'cause he was propellin'.
It wasn't he said, but more of his tone,
The jive, put your nose to the grindstone.
I said "I'm real sorry" but didn't cut it,
I to protest, but Dad said
Homer: it.
Get up. Mow the lawn. it. On the double.
'Cause if you don't, you're in deep, trouble.

Trouble.
Deep, trouble.
Run trouble.
Bart: Where's your sense of humour,
Back: Deep, trouble.
And go a little something like this.

So I'm in the front yard, mowin' like crazy,
Sweatin' a pig and the sun is blazing.
in the driveway, getting in the car,
With Mom and Lisa, hope they're real far.
The dad
Homer:
and I go Yo
He
Homer: You done
and I go No.
So he
Homer: Oh! too slow.
Bart: So I step on the gas, to up the mow.
Didn't see that sprinkler underneath tree,
Wham! Ccchhh! Pssshh! on me!
I go Whoa, Homer
D'oh!
Now you go to the boatshow.

Bart: This is my thanks working my butt off?
Homer revs the motor and they all to putt off.
Soaked to the bone, in a puddle,
needs to tell me I'm in deep, deep trouble.

Trouble.
Marge: Go to room.
Bart!
Yeah, right.
Marge: Bart, go to room.
Back: Deep, trouble.
Marge: Go to room.
Bart!
Bart: Oh, a break.
The young begins the trouble.
Bart: Well, you're if you do,
I the answer. Well, you're damned if you do,
Back: Deep, trouble.
Bart: Well, damned if you do,
And damned if you don't.

As soon as gone, I'm stretched on the lawn,
Lookin' at the sky with my on.
Now I've never ever that I was a smarty,
But inspiration me, lets have a party.

Called up my posse, were here in a flash,
brought all their pals, we started to thrash.
There was romping and stomping, an crash,
A fist or two, and Nintendo for cash.

We raided the fridge, raided the trash,
I got a little worried when the got smashed.
The next you know, Mom and Dad are home,
The kids and I'm all alone.

Everything's except for my moan,
And the low, tone of a saxophone.
They look at me, they go into a huddle.
Get this sinking sensation I'm in deep, trouble.

Trouble.
D'oh.
Oh.
Bart!
Bart: Oh, a break.
Back: Deep, trouble.
Hey. What is this?
Back: Don't trouble.
Marge: Go to room.
Oh yeah.
Marge: Bart, go to room.
Deep, deep trouble.
Marge: Go to room.
Okey, dokey.
Bart!

Bart: a little epilogue to my tale of sadness.
I was dragged down the street by his Dadness.
We rounded the corner and to a stop,
Threw me inside Jake's Shop.

I said, Sir, just a little off the top.
shaved me bare, gave me a lollipop.
So on my head, there's but stubble.
Man, I being in deep, deep trouble.

Trouble.
Bart: Well, you're if you do,
Trouble! Trouble!
Bart: Well, damned if you do,
Back: Deep, trouble.
Well, you're damned if you do,
and you're if you don't.
Nothing but trouble.
Bart: Aw, on, man.
Well, damned if you do,
(What are we talking about?) Well, you're if you do,
Deep, deep trouble.
Bart: (Where's sense of humour?)
Well, you're damned if you do, and damned if you don't.
Trouble.
Deep, trouble.
Ha ha ha, ha ha.
Back: Deep, deep