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

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

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

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

kindly judge, your 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
lizards, that's why I'm so bad

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

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

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

So take him to a

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

Yes, Officer Krupke you're really a
This boy don't need a just a good honest job
Society's played him a trick
And sociologically he's

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

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

kindly, social worker, they say go earn a buck
Like be a soda jerker which means be a schmuck
not I'm antisocial, I'm only anti-work
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 ain't just a question of
Deep down inside him no good

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

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