Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krumke

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

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

Gee, Krupke we're very upset
We never had the love that every 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 inside the worst of us is

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

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

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

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

Hear ye, 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 beats 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 really a slob
This boy need a doctor just a good honest job
played him a terrible trick
And sociologically sick

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

In my opinion this child need to have his head shrunk at all
Juvenile delinquency is purely a disease
Hey, I got a social
So him to a social worker

kindly, social 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, that's why I'm a

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

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

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

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