Luyện nghe bài hát Deep, Deep Trouble

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

Well, you're if you do,
(What are we about?)
Well, you're if you do,
(Where's your 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 is Simpson, Bartholemew J.
Bart, with an art, and a capital be ,
Then Simp, plus S-O-N, me!

Introductions aside, move right 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, started to grow.
was buzzin', I was snoozin',
S'posed to get up now, but I was
To let become 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',
Face all distorted, he was propellin'.
It wasn't what he said, but of his tone,
The usual jive, put your to the grindstone.
I said "I'm sorry" but that didn't cut it,
I to protest, but Dad said
Homer: 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.

Bart: So I'm in the front yard, mowin' 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 yet?
and I go No.
So he
Homer: Oh! too slow.
Bart: So I step on the gas, to up the mow.
Didn't see sprinkler underneath that 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 motor and 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.
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, you're if you do,
Deep, deep trouble.
Bart: Well, 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 I've never ever that I was a smarty,
But inspiration hits me, have a party.

Called up my posse, they here in a flash,
They all their pals, we started to thrash.
was romping and stomping, an occasional crash,
A fist fight or two, and 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 kids and I'm all alone.

Everything's except for my moan,
And the low, tone of a saxophone.
They look at me, they go into 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: Don't 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 epilogue to my tale of sadness.
I was dragged down the by his Royal Dadness.
We rounded the corner and to a stop,
Threw me Jake's Barber Shop.

I said, Sir, just a little off the top.
shaved me bare, gave me a lollipop.
So on my head, there's but stubble.
Man, I hate in deep, deep trouble.

Trouble.
Bart: Well, you're 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.
Nothing but trouble.
Bart: Aw, on, man.
Well, damned if you do,
(What are we talking about?) Well, damned if you do,
Deep, deep trouble.
Bart: (Where's your 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