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

Bart!
Bart: Let me start at the start, take it away.
My name is Simpson, J.
Bart, with an art, and a capital be ,
Then Simp, plus S-O-N, me!

Introductions aside, let's move along,
You can all sing at the sound of the gong.
(Sound of the gong)
Once a time, about 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,
in dreamy-dream land, I was cruisin'.
But the buzz buzzin', my head kept buzzin'.
Gave the a throw, and heard 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 what he said, but more of his tone,
The usual jive, put your to the grindstone.
I said "I'm real sorry" but 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: your sense of humour, man?
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.
Homer's in the driveway, in the car,
With Mom and Lisa, hope they're going far.
The dad
Bart
and I go Yo
He
Homer: You done
and I go No.
So he
Homer: Oh! too slow.
Bart: So I on the gas, to speed up the mow.
Didn't see that underneath that tree,
Wham! Ccchhh! Pssshh! on me!
I go Whoa, Homer
D'oh!
Now you go to the boatshow.

Bart: This is my after working my butt off?
Homer the motor and they all start to putt off.
to the bone, standing 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.
Deep, deep trouble.
Marge: Go to room.
Bart!
Bart: Oh, a break.
Back: The young the trouble.
Well, you're damned if you do,
I know the answer. Well, damned if you do,
Back: Deep, trouble.
Well, you're damned if you do,
And damned if you don't.

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

Called up my posse, they 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, dogs the trash,
I got a little worried the windows got smashed.
The thing you know, Mom and Dad are home,
The disappear and I'm all alone.

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

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

Bart: There's a little 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, Sir, just a little off the top.
Dude 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,
Back: Deep, trouble.
Bart: Well, you're if you do,
and you're if you don't.
Back: but trouble.
Bart: Aw, on, man.
Well, damned if you do,
(What are we about?) Well, you're damned if you do,
Deep, deep trouble.
Bart: (Where's sense of humour?)
Well, damned if you do, and you're damned if you don't.
Trouble.
Deep, trouble.
Ha ha ha, ha ha.
Back: Deep, deep