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, damned if you do,
And you're if you don't.

Bart!
Bart: Let me start at the start, take 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, about a 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 buzzin', my head kept buzzin'.
Gave the radio a throw, and an explosion.
(Homer: D'oh!)
up my eyes, and to my surprise,
There stood Homer, and his risin'.
I was chillin', he was yellin',
Face all distorted, he was propellin'.
It what he said, but more of his tone,
The jive, put your nose to the grindstone.
I "I'm real sorry" but that didn't cut it,
I to protest, but Dad said
Shut it.
Get up. Mow the lawn. it. On the double.
if you don't, you're in deep, deep trouble.

Trouble.
Deep, trouble.
Run trouble.
Bart: Where's your sense of humour,
Deep, deep trouble.
And they go a little 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 going real far.
The dad
Bart
and I go Yo
He
Homer: You yet?
and I go No.
So he
Homer: Oh! too slow.
Bart: So I on the gas, to speed up the mow.
Didn't see sprinkler underneath that tree,
Wham! Ccchhh! Pssshh! on me!
I go Whoa, goes
D'oh!
Now you go to the boatshow.

Bart: This is my thanks working my butt off?
revs the motor and they all start to putt off.
Soaked to the bone, in a puddle,
No-one needs to me I'm in deep, deep trouble.

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

As soon as gone, I'm stretched on the lawn,
at the sky with my sunshades on.
Now I've ever claimed that I was a smarty,
But inspiration me, lets have a party.

Called up my posse, they were in a flash,
They all their pals, we started to thrash.
There was and stomping, an occasional crash,
A fight 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 disappear and I'm all alone.

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

Trouble.
D'oh.
Oh.
Bart!
Bart: Oh, a break.
Deep, deep trouble.
Homer: Hey. 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 by his Royal Dadness.
We the corner and came to a stop,
me inside Jake's Barber Shop.

I said, Please Sir, just a off the top.
shaved me bare, gave me a lollipop.
So on my head, nothing but stubble.
Man, I being in deep, 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 damned if you don't.
Nothing but trouble.
Bart: Aw, on, man.
Well, you're if you do,
(What are we talking about?) Well, damned if you do,
Back: 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