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

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

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

Oh, that's a touchin' good
Oh well, lemme it to the world
tell it to the judge

Dear kindly judge, your honor, my parents me rough
With all their marijuana they won't give me a
They wanna have me but somehow 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 an analyst's care
It's just his neurosis that oughta be
He's psychologically

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

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

So take him to a

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

Yes, Officer Krupke really a slob
This boy need a doctor just a good honest job
played him a terrible trick
And sociologically he's

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

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

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

Officer Krupke, you've done it
boy don't need a job, he needs a year in the pen
It ain't just a question of
down inside 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 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 is he's 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, Officer Krupke are we to do?
Gee, Krupke, Krup you