Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krumke

Hey you, who me Krupke?
Yeah, you, give me one good
For not you down to the station house
You

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

Gee, Officer Krupke very upset
We never had the love that every child get
We no delinquents, we're misunderstood
Deep down inside us is good

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

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

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

Right, Officer Krupke you're really a
This boy don't need a judge, he needs an care
It's just his neurosis that oughta be
He's disturbed

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

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

So take him to a

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

Yes, Officer Krupke you're really a
This boy don't need a just a good honest job
Society's him a terrible trick
And sociologically he's

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

In my opinion this child don't need to have his shrunk at all
Juvenile delinquency is purely a disease
Hey, I got a social
So take him to a social

Dear kindly, worker, they say go earn a buck
be a soda jerker which means like be a schmuck
It's not I'm antisocial, I'm anti-work
Gloryosky, why I'm a jerk

Officer Krupke, you've it again
This boy don't need a job, he needs a in the pen
It ain't just a of misunderstood
Deep down him he's no good

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

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

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