Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krupke

Hey you
Who me, Officer
you, gimme one good reason for not dragging
You down the station, ya

kindly Sergeant Krupke, you gotta understand
It's just our bringin' upke gets us out of hand
Our mothers all are junkies, our all are drunks
Golly Moses, naturally we're

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

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

That's a touching story
tell it to the world
Just it to the Judge

Dear kindly Judge, Honor, my parents treat me rough
With all marijuana, they won't give me a puff
They didn't wanna have me but I was had
lizards, that's why I'm so bad

Right, Officer Krupke, really a square
boy don't need a judge, he needs an analyst's care
It's just his neurosis that be curbed
psychologically disturbed

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

Hear ye, ye
In the opinion of court
child is depraved on account
He ain't had a normal

Hey, I'm
On account I'm
So him to a headshrinker

My daddy beats my mommy, my clobbers me
My grandpa is a commie, my pushes tea
My sister wears a mustache, my brother wears a
Goodness gracious, why I'm a mess

Yes, Officer Krupke, he be here
This boy don't a couch, he needs a useful career
played him a terrible trick
And sociologically he's

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

In my opinion, this does not need
To have his shrunk at all
delinquency
Is purely a disease

Hey, I got a disease
So him to a social worker

Dear kindly social worker, tell me get a job
Like be a jerker, which means like be a slob
It's not I'm antisocial, I'm anti-work
Glory Osky, why I'm a jerk

Eek, Officer Krupke, you've done it
This boy don't need a job, he a year in the pen
It ain't just a of misunderstood
down inside him, he's no good

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

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

Gee, Krupke
down on our knees
'Cause no one a fella
a social disease

Gee, Krupke
are we to do?
Gee, Krupke
you!