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 sense 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 name is Simpson, J.
That's Bart, an art, and a capital be ,
Simp, plus S-O-N, that's me!

Introductions aside, let's move along,
You can all along 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 become an intrusion,
in dreamy-dream land, I was cruisin'.
But the kept buzzin', my head kept 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 he said, but more of his tone,
The usual jive, put your to the grindstone.
I "I'm real sorry" but that didn't cut it,
I to protest, but Dad said
Homer: 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.
Where's your sense of humour, man?
Back: Deep, trouble.
And they go a something like this.

Bart: So I'm in the front yard, 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 yet?
and I go No.
So he
Homer: Oh! too slow.
Bart: So I on the gas, to speed 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 working my off?
revs the motor and they all start 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.
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, 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 I've ever claimed that I was a smarty,
But inspiration me, lets have a party.

Called up my posse, they here in a flash,
They brought all their pals, we to thrash.
was romping and stomping, an occasional 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 except for my moan,
And the low, tone of a saxophone.
They look at me, 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.
Marge: Go to room.
Okey, dokey.
Bart!

Bart: There's a little epilogue to my of sadness.
I was dragged the street by his Royal Dadness.
We rounded the corner and to a stop,
Threw me 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, damned if you do,
Deep, deep trouble.
Bart: Well, you're if you do,
and damned if you don't.
Back: but trouble.
Aw, come on, man.
Well, damned if you do,
(What are we about?) Well, you're damned if you do,
Back: Deep, trouble.
Bart: (Where's your 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