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 you gotta understand
It's just our bringin' up-ke gets us out of hand
Our mothers all are junkies, our all are drunks
Moses, naturally we're punks

Gee, Officer Krupke very upset
We never had the love that every child get
We ain't no delinquents, misunderstood
Deep down inside us there is

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

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

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

Right, Krupke you're really a square
boy don't need a judge, he needs an analyst's care
It's just his neurosis oughta be curbed
psychologically disturbed

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

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

So him to a headshrinker

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

Yes, Officer Krupke you're a slob
This boy don't a doctor just a good honest job
Society's played him a trick
And he's sick

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

In my opinion child don't need to have his head shrunk at all
Juvenile delinquency is purely a 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 means like be a schmuck
It's not I'm antisocial, I'm anti-work
Gloryosky, that's why I'm a

Krupke, you've done it again
This boy don't need a job, he a year in the pen
It ain't just a question of
Deep inside him he's no good

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

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

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