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, 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 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 at the sound of the gong.
(Sound of the gong)
Once a time, about a week 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'.
the radio 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 nose 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.
'Cause if you don't, you're in deep, trouble.

Trouble.
Deep, trouble.
Run trouble.
Bart: Where's your sense of humour,
Deep, deep trouble.
And they go a little something 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 yet?
and I go No.
So he
Homer: Oh! too slow.
So I step on the gas, to speed up the mow.
Didn't see that sprinkler underneath 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 to putt 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.
Deep, deep trouble.
Marge: Go to room.
Bart!
Bart: Oh, a break.
The young begins 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 soon as gone, I'm stretched on the lawn,
Lookin' at the sky with my on.
Now never ever claimed that I was a smarty,
But inspiration hits me, have a party.

Called up my posse, they were 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 worried when the windows got smashed.
The thing 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.
They look at me, then they go 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.
Go to your room.
Okey, dokey.
Bart!

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

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

Trouble.
Bart: Well, you're if you do,
Trouble! Trouble!
Bart: Well, damned if you do,
Back: Deep, trouble.
Bart: Well, you're if you do,
and you're if you don't.
Back: but trouble.
Aw, come on, man.
Well, you're if you do,
(What are we talking about?) Well, damned if you do,
Deep, 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.
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