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 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, let's right along,
You can all sing along at the of the gong.
(Sound of the gong)
Once upon a time, about a 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 kept 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',
Face all distorted, 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 that cut it,
I to protest, but Dad said
Shut it.
Get up. Mow the lawn. it. On the double.
'Cause if you don't, 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 yard, mowin' like crazy,
like a pig and the sun is blazing.
Homer's in the driveway, in the car,
With Mom and Lisa, hope they're real 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 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 after working my off?
Homer revs the motor and they all start to off.
to the bone, standing in a puddle,
No-one needs to 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.
Bart: Well, 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,
at the sky with my sunshades on.
Now I've never ever claimed I was a smarty,
But inspiration hits me, lets a party.

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

We the fridge, dogs raided the trash,
I got a little worried when the got smashed.
The thing 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 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.
Back: Deep, trouble.
Homer: Hey. What is
Back: Don't trouble.
Go to your 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 down the by his Royal Dadness.
We the corner and came to a stop,
Threw me inside 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 hate in deep, deep trouble.

Trouble.
Bart: Well, damned if you do,
Trouble! Trouble!
Bart: Well, you're if you do,
Deep, deep trouble.
Bart: Well, you're if you do,
and you're 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 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