Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krumke

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

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

Gee, Officer we're very upset
We never had the love that every oughta get
We ain't no delinquents, we're
Deep down inside us is good

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

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

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

Right, Officer Krupke you're really a
This boy need a judge, he needs an analyst's care
It's just his neurosis that oughta be
He's disturbed

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

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 take him to a

My daddy my mommy, my mommy clobbers me
My grandpa's always plastered, my grandma tea
My sister 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 terrible
And sociologically he's

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

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

Dear kindly, social worker, say go earn a buck
Like be a jerker which means like be a schmuck
not I'm antisocial, I'm only 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 just a of misunderstood
Deep inside him he's no good

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

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

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