Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krumke

Hey you, who me Officer
Yeah, you, give me one good
For not draggin' you down to the station
You

Dear, kindly Sergeant Krupke you gotta
It's just our bringin' up-ke gets us out of hand
Our mothers all are junkies, our all are drunks
Golly Moses, naturally we're

Gee, Officer Krupke we're upset
We never had the love every child oughta get
We ain't no delinquents, misunderstood
Deep inside us there is good

There is good, is good
is good, there is untapped good
Like inside the of us is good

Oh, that's a touchin' story
Oh well, lemme it to the world
Just it to the judge

Dear judge, your honor, my parents treat me rough
With all their marijuana won't give me a puff
They didn't have me but somehow I was had
Leapin' lizards, why I'm so bad

Right, Officer Krupke really a square
This boy need a judge, he needs an analyst's care
It's just his neurosis that oughta be
He's psychologically

I'm
We're disturbed, disturbed
the most disturbed
Like we're psychologically

ye, hear ye, in the opinion on this court
This is depraved on account
He ain't had a normal
Hey, I'm depraved on I'm deprived

So him to a headshrinker

My beats my mommy, my mommy clobbers me
My grandpa's always plastered, my pushes tea
My sister a mustache, my brother wears a dress
Goodness gracious, why I'm a mess

Yes, Officer Krupke really a slob
This boy don't need a doctor just a honest job
Society's played him a terrible
And sociologically sick

I am
We are sick, we are
We are sick, sick, sick,
Like we're sociologically

In my opinion this child need to have his head shrunk at all
Juvenile delinquency is a social disease
Hey, I got a social
So take him to a worker

Dear kindly, social worker, they say go a buck
Like be a soda jerker which means be a schmuck
not I'm antisocial, I'm only anti-work
Gloryosky, why I'm a jerk

Krupke, you've done it again
This boy need a job, he needs a year in the pen
It just a question of misunderstood
Deep inside him he's no good

I'm no
We're no good, we're no
We're no good
Like the of us is no damn good

The trouble is he's crazy, the trouble is he
The trouble is he's lazy, the is he stinks
The trouble is he's growing, the trouble is grown
Krupke, we got of our own

Gee, Officer Krupke down on our knees
'Cause no one wants a fellow with a social
Gee, Officer what are we to do?
Gee, Krupke, Krup you