Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krupke

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

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

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

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

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

Dear kindly Judge, Honor, my parents treat me rough
With all their marijuana, won't give me a puff
They didn't 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 an analyst's care
just his neurosis that oughta be curbed
He's psychologically

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

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

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

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, Officer Krupke, he shouldn't be
This boy don't need a couch, he a useful career
Society's played him a trick
And sociologically sick

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

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

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

Dear kindly social worker, they me get a job
Like be a soda jerker, which means like be a
not I'm antisocial, I'm only 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 question of
Deep down inside him, he's no

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

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

Gee, Krupke
down on our knees
'Cause no one wants a
With a social

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