Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krumke

Hey you, who me Officer
Yeah, you, give me one 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
Moses, naturally we're punks

Gee, Officer Krupke very upset
We had the love that every child oughta get
We no delinquents, we're misunderstood
Deep down inside us is good

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

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

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

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

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

Hear ye, hear ye, in the opinion on court
This 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 always plastered, my pushes tea
My sister wears a mustache, my wears a dress
gracious, that's why I'm a mess

Yes, Officer you're really a slob
This boy don't need a just a good honest job
Society's played him a terrible
And sociologically sick

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

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

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

Officer Krupke, you've it again
This boy don't need a job, he needs a in the pen
It just a question of misunderstood
Deep down 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 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 trouble is he's
Krupke, we got of our own

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