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, take it away.
My name is Simpson, 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 at the sound 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,
in dreamy-dream land, I was cruisin'.
But the buzz kept buzzin', my head 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: Where's sense of humour, man?
Back: Deep, trouble.
And they go a something like this.

Bart: So I'm in the front yard, 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
Oh! You're too slow.
Bart: So I step on the gas, to up the mow.
Didn't see that sprinkler that tree,
Wham! Ccchhh! Pssshh! on me!
I go Whoa, Homer
D'oh!
Now you go to the boatshow.

Bart: is my thanks after 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.
Back: The begins the trouble.
Bart: Well, damned if you do,
I the answer. Well, you're damned if you do,
Deep, 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 ever claimed that I was a smarty,
But inspiration hits me, lets 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 when the windows got smashed.
The thing you know, Mom and Dad are home,
The disappear and I'm all alone.

Everything's silent for my moan,
And the low, tone 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.
Back: 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: There's a epilogue to my tale of sadness.
I was dragged the street by his Royal Dadness.
We rounded the corner and to a stop,
Threw me Jake's Barber Shop.

I said, Please Sir, just a 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, damned if you do,
Trouble! Trouble!
Bart: Well, damned if you do,
Deep, deep trouble.
Bart: Well, you're if you do,
and you're if you don't.
Back: but trouble.
Aw, come 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 you're if you don't.
Trouble.
Deep, trouble.
Ha ha ha, ha ha.
Back: Deep, deep