Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krupke

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

Dear kindly 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, Officer Krupke, we're very
We never had the love that child oughta get
We ain't no delinquents, we're
down inside us there is good

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

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

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

Right, Officer Krupke, really a square
This boy don't need a judge, he an analyst's care
It's his neurosis that oughta 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
This is depraved on account
He ain't had a normal

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 wears a dress
Goodness gracious, that's why I'm a

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

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

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

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

kindly social 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 anti-work
Glory Osky, that's why I'm a

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

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

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

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

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