Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krupke

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

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

Gee, Krupke, we're 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 good
Like inside, the of us is good

That's a touching good
Lemme tell it to the
Just it to the Judge

kindly Judge, Your 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, you're really a
This boy don't a judge, he needs an analyst's care
It's just his that oughta be curbed
He's disturbed

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

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

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

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

Yes, Krupke, he shouldn't be here
This boy don't need a couch, he needs a career
Society's played him a terrible
And sociologically he's

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

In my opinion, this child does not
To have his head at all
delinquency
Is a social disease

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

Dear kindly social worker, they me get a job
Like be a 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 a job, he needs a year in the pen
It ain't a question of misunderstood
Deep inside him, he's no good

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

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

Gee, Officer
We're down on our
no one wants a fella
With a social

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