Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krumke

Hey you, who me Krupke?
Yeah, you, me one good reason
For not draggin' you to the station house
You

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

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

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

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

Dear kindly judge, 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 don't need a judge, he needs an care
just his neurosis that oughta be curbed
He's disturbed

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

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

So him to a headshrinker

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

Yes, Officer Krupke really a slob
This boy need a doctor 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 we're sociologically

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

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

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

I'm no
no good, we're 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 is he's lazy, the trouble is he stinks
The trouble is he's growing, the is he's grown
Krupke, we got of our own

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