Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krumke

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

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

Gee, Officer Krupke we're upset
We never had the love that every child get
We ain't no delinquents, misunderstood
down inside us there is good

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

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

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

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

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

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

So him to a headshrinker

My beats my mommy, my mommy clobbers me
My grandpa's always plastered, my pushes tea
My wears a mustache, my brother wears a dress
gracious, that's why I'm a mess

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

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

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

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 only
Gloryosky, that's why I'm a

Officer Krupke, done it again
This boy need a job, he needs a year in the pen
It just a question of misunderstood
Deep down inside him he's no

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

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

Gee, Officer 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