Luyện nghe bài hát Deep, Deep Trouble

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

Well, damned if you do,
(What are we about?)
Well, you're if you do,
(Where's sense of humour?)
Well, you're if you do,
And damned 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 ,
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, trouble to grow.
was buzzin', I was snoozin',
S'posed to get up now, but I was
To let become an intrusion,
in dreamy-dream land, I was cruisin'.
But the buzz kept buzzin', my kept buzzin'.
Gave the 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 real sorry" but that 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: your sense of humour, man?
Deep, deep trouble.
And they go a little like this.

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

Bart: This is my thanks after working my 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.
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 never ever that I was a smarty,
But inspiration hits me, have a party.

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

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

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

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

Bart: a little epilogue to my tale of sadness.
I was dragged the street by his Royal Dadness.
We the corner and came to a stop,
Threw me inside Jake's 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, damned if you do,
Back: Deep, trouble.
Well, you're damned if you do,
and damned if you don't.
Back: 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 you're if you don't.
Trouble.
Deep, trouble.
Ha ha ha, ha ha.
Back: Deep, trouble