Luyện nghe bài hát Deep, Deep Trouble

Bart!
Marge: Go to room.
Yeah, right.

Well, damned if you do,
(What are we about?)
Well, damned 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, S-O-N, that's me!

aside, let's move 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,
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 Homer, and his temperature risin'.
I was chillin', he was yellin',
all distorted, 'cause he was propellin'.
It wasn't what he said, but of his tone,
The usual jive, put nose to the grindstone.
I "I'm real sorry" but that 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?
Back: Deep, trouble.
And they go a little something this.

Bart: So I'm in the front yard, mowin' crazy,
like 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
You done yet?
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 after working my butt off?
revs the motor and they all start to putt off.
Soaked to the bone, 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.
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,
Deep, deep trouble.
Bart: Well, you're if you do,
And damned if you don't.

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

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

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

Everything's silent for my moan,
And the low, tone of a saxophone.
They look at me, then go into a huddle.
Get sinking sensation I'm in deep, deep trouble.

Trouble.
D'oh.
Oh.
Bart!
Bart: Oh, a break.
Deep, deep trouble.
Homer: Hey. is this?
Back: keep trouble.
Go to your room.
Oh yeah.
Marge: Bart, go to room.
Back: Deep, trouble.
Marge: Go to room.
Okey, dokey.
Bart!

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

I said, Sir, just a little off the top.
shaved me bare, gave me a lollipop.
So on my head, nothing but stubble.
Man, I being 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 damned if you don't.
Nothing but trouble.
Bart: Aw, on, man.
Well, you're if you do,
(What are we talking about?) Well, you're if you do,
Back: Deep, trouble.
(Where's your sense of humour?)
Well, you're damned if you do, and you're if you don't.
Trouble.
Deep, trouble.
Ha ha ha, ha ha.
Back: Deep, trouble