Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krupke

Hey you
Who me, Krupke?
Yeah you, gimme one reason for not dragging
You the station, ya punk?

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

Gee, Officer Krupke, very upset
We never had the love that every child get
We no delinquents, we're misunderstood
down inside us there is good

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

a touching good story
Lemme tell it to the
tell it to the Judge

Dear kindly Judge, Your Honor, my treat me rough
With all their marijuana, they give me a puff
They wanna have me but somehow I was had
lizards, that's why I'm so bad

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

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

ye, hear ye
In the of this court
This child is depraved on
He ain't had a normal

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

My beats my mommy, my mommy clobbers me
My is a commie, my grandma pushes tea
My wears a mustache, my brother wears a dress
Goodness gracious, that's why I'm a

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

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

In my opinion, child does not need
To his head shrunk at all
delinquency
Is purely a social

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

Dear kindly worker, they tell me get a job
Like be a soda jerker, which means be a slob
It's not I'm antisocial, I'm only
Osky, that's why I'm a jerk

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

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

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

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

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