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 your of humour?)
Well, you're if you do,
And you're if you don't.

Bart!
Bart: Let me start at the start, then 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 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 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 stood Homer, and his risin'.
I was chillin', he was yellin',
all distorted, 'cause he was propellin'.
It wasn't what he said, but of his tone,
The jive, put your 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: Where's sense of humour, man?
Back: Deep, trouble.
And they go a something like 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 going real far.
The dad
Homer:
and I go Yo
He
Homer: You yet?
and I go No.
So he
Homer: Oh! 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, Homer
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 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, you're if you do,
I the answer. Well, you're damned 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,
at the sky with my sunshades on.
Now I've never 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.
There was and stomping, an occasional crash,
A fight or two, and Nintendo for cash.

We raided the fridge, dogs 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.

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

Trouble.
D'oh.
Oh.
Bart!
Bart: Oh, a break.
Back: Deep, trouble.
Homer: Hey. What is
Don't keep trouble.
Marge: Go to room.
Oh yeah.
Marge: Bart, go to room.
Deep, deep trouble.
Marge: Go to room.
Okey, dokey.
Bart!

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

I said, Please Sir, a little off the top.
shaved me bare, gave me a lollipop.
So on my head, there's but stubble.
Man, I hate in deep, deep trouble.

Trouble.
Bart: Well, damned 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, damned if you do,
(What are we about?) Well, you're damned 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, deep