Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krumke

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

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

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

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

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 won't give me a puff
They didn't have me but somehow I was had
lizards, that's why I'm so bad

Right, Officer Krupke you're a square
This boy don't need a judge, he an analyst's care
It's his neurosis that oughta be curbed
He's disturbed

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

Hear ye, hear ye, in the on this court
This is depraved on account
He had a normal home
Hey, I'm depraved on I'm deprived

So him to a headshrinker

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

Yes, Officer you're really a slob
This boy don't need a doctor just a good job
Society's played him a trick
And he's sick

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 shrunk at all
delinquency is purely a social disease
Hey, I got a social
So take him to a worker

Dear kindly, worker, they say go earn a buck
be a soda jerker which means like 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
This boy don't 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
no good, we're no good
We're no good
Like the of us is no damn good

The trouble is he's crazy, the is he drinks
The trouble is 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 we're down on our knees
no one wants a fellow with a social disease
Gee, Krupke what are we to do?
Gee, Officer Krupke, you