Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krupke

Hey you
Who me, Krupke?
Yeah you, gimme one good 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 fathers all are
Golly Moses, we're punks

Gee, Officer Krupke, very upset
We never had the love every child oughta get
We ain't no delinquents, misunderstood
Deep down us there is good

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

That's a touching good
tell it to the world
Just tell it to the

Dear kindly Judge, Your Honor, my 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, Krupke, you're really a square
This boy need a judge, he needs an analyst's care
It's just his neurosis oughta be curbed
psychologically disturbed

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

ye, hear ye
In the of this court
This child is on account
He had a normal home

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

My daddy beats my mommy, my mommy me
My grandpa is a commie, my grandma tea
My sister a mustache, my brother wears a dress
gracious, that's why I'm a mess

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

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

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

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

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

Eek, Officer Krupke, you've it again
This boy don't need a job, he a year in the pen
It ain't 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 best of us is no good

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

Gee, Krupke
We're down on our
'Cause no one a fella
With a disease

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