Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krumke

Hey you, who me Krupke?
Yeah, you, give me one reason
For not draggin' you to the station house
You

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hear ye, hear ye, in the opinion on court
This child is on account
He ain't had a normal
Hey, I'm on account I'm deprived

So take him to a

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

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

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

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

Dear kindly, social worker, they say go a buck
Like be a soda which means like be a schmuck
not I'm antisocial, I'm only anti-work
Gloryosky, why I'm a jerk

Officer Krupke, you've it again
This boy don't need a job, he needs a 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 best of us is no good

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

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