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, Sergeant Krupke you gotta understand
just our bringin' up-ke that gets us out of hand
Our mothers all are junkies, our fathers all are
Golly Moses, naturally punks

Gee, Officer we're very upset
We had the love that every child oughta get
We ain't no delinquents, we're
Deep inside us there is good

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

Oh, a touchin' good story
Oh well, lemme tell it to the
tell it to the judge

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

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

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

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

So him to a headshrinker

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

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

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

In my this 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 social

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

Officer Krupke, done it again
This boy don't need a job, he needs a in the pen
It just a question of misunderstood
Deep inside him he's no good

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

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