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, you're 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!

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, started 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',
all distorted, 'cause he was propellin'.
It what he said, but more of his tone,
The jive, put your nose to the grindstone.
I said "I'm sorry" but that didn't cut it,
I started to protest, but Dad
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 of humour, man?
Deep, deep trouble.
And go a little something like this.

Bart: So I'm in the front yard, mowin' crazy,
Sweatin' a pig and the sun is blazing.
Homer's in the driveway, in the car,
With Mom and Lisa, they're going 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.
Didn't see 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 working my butt off?
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.
Back: The begins the trouble.
Bart: Well, you're if you do,
I know the answer. Well, damned if you do,
Deep, deep trouble.
Bart: Well, damned if you do,
And you're 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 me, lets have a party.

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

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

Everything's silent for my moan,
And the low, tone of a saxophone.
They look at me, 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. is this?
Back: Don't trouble.
Marge: Go to room.
Oh yeah.
Marge: Bart, go to room.
Back: Deep, trouble.
Go to your room.
Okey, dokey.
Bart!

Bart: a little epilogue 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, just a 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, you're if you do,
Back: Deep, trouble.
Well, you're damned if you do,
and damned if you don't.
Back: but trouble.
Aw, come on, man.
Well, you're if you do,
(What are we talking about?) Well, you're if you do,
Deep, deep trouble.
Bart: (Where's sense of humour?)
Well, you're damned if you do, and damned if you don't.
Trouble.
Deep, trouble.
Ha ha ha, ha ha.
Back: Deep, deep