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

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

Introductions aside, let's right along,
You can all sing at the sound of the gong.
(Sound of the gong)
Once upon a time, about a 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,
'Cause in land, I was cruisin'.
But the buzz kept buzzin', my kept 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',
Face all distorted, he was propellin'.
It wasn't what he said, but of his tone,
The jive, put your nose to the grindstone.
I said "I'm real sorry" but didn't cut it,
I started to protest, but Dad
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?
Deep, deep trouble.
And they go a 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 going real far.
The dad
Homer:
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 that sprinkler 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 butt
Homer revs the motor and they all start to off.
to the bone, standing in a puddle,
No-one needs to tell me I'm in 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.
Bart: Well, you're if you do,
I know the answer. Well, damned if you do,
Back: Deep, trouble.
Well, you're damned if you do,
And you're if you don't.

As soon as gone, I'm stretched on the lawn,
at the sky with my sunshades on.
Now I've never ever that I was a smarty,
But hits me, lets 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 or two, and Nintendo for cash.

We the fridge, dogs raided the trash,
I got a little worried when the got smashed.
The next you know, Mom and Dad are home,
The kids and I'm all alone.

silent except for my moan,
And the low, bluesy of a saxophone.
look 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.
Deep, deep trouble.
Homer: Hey. What is
Don't keep trouble.
Marge: Go to room.
Oh yeah.
Marge: Bart, go to room.
Back: Deep, trouble.
Marge: Go to room.
Okey, dokey.
Bart!

Bart: There's a little epilogue to my of sadness.
I was dragged down the street by his Dadness.
We rounded the and came to a stop,
Threw me inside Barber Shop.

I said, Please Sir, a little off the top.
Dude shaved me bare, 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,
Back: Deep, trouble.
Bart: Well, damned if you do,
and damned if you don't.
Nothing but trouble.
Bart: Aw, on, man.
Well, you're if you do,
(What are we talking about?) Well, damned if you do,
Deep, deep trouble.
Bart: (Where's your of humour?)
Well, you're damned if you do, and damned if you don't.
Trouble.
Deep, trouble.
Ha ha ha, ha ha.
Back: Deep, deep