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, kindly Sergeant Krupke you gotta
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 we're very upset
We had the love that every child oughta get
We ain't no delinquents, misunderstood
Deep down inside us is good

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

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

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

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

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

ye, hear ye, in the opinion on this court
This is depraved on account
He ain't had a home
Hey, I'm depraved on 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 sister a mustache, my brother wears a dress
Goodness gracious, that's why I'm a

Yes, Officer Krupke really a slob
This boy don't need a doctor just a honest job
Society's played him a trick
And sociologically sick

I am
We are sick, we are
We are sick, sick, sick,
we're sociologically 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 take him to a worker

Dear kindly, social worker, they say go a buck
Like be a jerker which means like be a schmuck
It's not I'm antisocial, I'm only
Gloryosky, why I'm a jerk

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

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

The trouble is he's crazy, the trouble is he
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
'Cause no one wants a fellow with a disease
Gee, Officer what are we to do?
Gee, Officer Krupke, you