Luyện nghe bài hát Deep, Deep Trouble

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

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

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

Introductions aside, let's right along,
You can all along at the sound of the gong.
(Sound of the gong)
Once upon a time, a week ago,
All of a sudden, trouble 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 kept buzzin', my head kept buzzin'.
the radio a throw, and heard an explosion.
(Homer: D'oh!)
up my eyes, and to my surprise,
There stood Homer, and his risin'.
I was chillin', he was yellin',
all distorted, 'cause he was propellin'.
It wasn't what he said, but of his tone,
The jive, put your nose to the grindstone.
I said "I'm sorry" but that didn't cut it,
I started to protest, but Dad
Shut it.
Get up. Mow the lawn. it. On the double.
'Cause if you don't, in deep, deep trouble.

Trouble.
Deep, trouble.
Run trouble.
Bart: your sense of humour, man?
Back: Deep, trouble.
And they go a something like this.

So I'm in the front yard, mowin' like crazy,
Sweatin' a pig and the sun is blazing.
Homer's in the driveway, 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.
So I step on the gas, to speed 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 and they all start to putt off.
Soaked to the bone, in a puddle,
No-one 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 know the answer. Well, damned if you do,
Deep, deep trouble.
Bart: Well, damned if you do,
And you're if you don't.

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

up my posse, they were here in a flash,
They brought all their pals, we to thrash.
was romping and stomping, an occasional 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 thing you know, Mom and Dad are home,
The kids and I'm all alone.

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

Trouble.
D'oh.
Oh.
Bart!
Bart: Oh, a break.
Back: Deep, trouble.
Homer: Hey. What is
Back: keep trouble.
Go to your room.
Oh yeah.
Marge: Bart, go to room.
Deep, deep trouble.
Marge: Go to room.
Okey, dokey.
Bart!

Bart: There's a little epilogue to my of sadness.
I was down the street by his Royal Dadness.
We rounded the and came to a stop,
Threw me Jake's Barber Shop.

I said, Sir, just a little off the top.
Dude shaved me bare, me a lollipop.
So on my head, nothing but stubble.
Man, I hate being in deep, trouble.

Trouble.
Bart: Well, you're if you do,
Trouble! Trouble!
Bart: Well, you're if you do,
Deep, deep trouble.
Bart: Well, 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 your 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