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, take it away.
My name is Simpson, J.
Bart, with an art, and a capital be ,
Then Simp, plus S-O-N, me!

Introductions aside, move right along,
You can all along 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 become 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 nose to the grindstone.
I said "I'm real sorry" but 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 go a little something like this.

Bart: So I'm in the yard, mowin' like crazy,
Sweatin' a pig and the sun is blazing.
in the driveway, getting in the car,
With Mom and Lisa, they're going real far.
The dad
Bart
and I go Yo
He
Homer: You done
and I go No.
So he
Oh! You're too slow.
Bart: So I step on the gas, to up the mow.
see that sprinkler underneath that tree,
Wham! Ccchhh! Pssshh! on me!
I go Whoa, goes
D'oh!
Now you go to the boatshow.

Bart: This is my thanks after my butt off?
Homer revs the motor and they all to putt off.
Soaked to the bone, 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.
Back: Deep, trouble.
Marge: Go to room.
Bart!
Bart: Oh, a break.
Back: The begins the trouble.
Bart: Well, damned if you do,
I the answer. Well, you're damned if you do,
Back: 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 with my on.
Now never ever claimed that I was a smarty,
But inspiration hits me, have a party.

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

We the fridge, dogs raided the trash,
I got a worried when the windows 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, tone 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
Back: keep 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 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, just a off the top.
Dude me bare, gave me a lollipop.
So on my head, there's but stubble.
Man, I hate being in deep, trouble.

Trouble.
Bart: Well, you're if you do,
Trouble! Trouble!
Bart: Well, you're 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, damned if you do,
(What are we talking about?) Well, you're if you do,
Back: Deep, trouble.
(Where's your 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, trouble