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 your of humour?)
Well, damned if you do,
And damned if you don't.

Bart!
Bart: Let me at the start, then take it away.
My is Simpson, Bartholemew J.
That's Bart, with an art, and a 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)
upon a time, about 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 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',
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 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.
Where's your sense of humour, man?
Back: Deep, trouble.
And they go a little something this.

Bart: So I'm in the front yard, like crazy,
like a pig and the sun is blazing.
Homer's in the driveway, in the car,
With Mom and Lisa, hope 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 underneath that tree,
Wham! Ccchhh! Pssshh! on me!
I go Whoa, Homer
D'oh!
Now you go to the boatshow.

This is my thanks after working my butt off?
Homer revs the motor and they all start to 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.
Back: Deep, trouble.
Go to your 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,
Deep, deep trouble.
Bart: Well, you're if you do,
And you're if you don't.

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

Called up my posse, were here in a flash,
They all their pals, we started to thrash.
There was and stomping, an occasional crash,
A fist or two, and Nintendo for cash.

We the fridge, dogs raided the trash,
I got a worried when 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, bluesy of a saxophone.
They look at me, then 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.
Homer: Hey. What is
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 little to my tale of sadness.
I was down the street by his Royal Dadness.
We rounded the corner and to a stop,
Threw me inside Barber Shop.

I said, Please Sir, a little off the top.
Dude me bare, gave me a lollipop.
So on my head, nothing but stubble.
Man, I hate in deep, deep trouble.

Trouble.
Bart: Well, damned 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.
Nothing 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 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, trouble