Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krupke

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

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

Gee, Officer Krupke, we're upset
We had the love that every child oughta get
We ain't no delinquents, misunderstood
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 it to the world
Just it to the Judge

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

Right, Officer Krupke, you're really a
This boy need a judge, he needs an analyst's care
It's just his that oughta be curbed
psychologically disturbed

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

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

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

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

Yes, Officer Krupke, he shouldn't be
boy don't need 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, this child does not
To his head shrunk at all
Juvenile
Is purely a disease

Hey, I got a social
So take him to a 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 anti-work
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 just a of misunderstood
Deep down inside him, no good

I'm no
We're no good, we're no
We're no earthly
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 trouble is he
The is he's growing, the trouble is he's grown
Krupke, we've got of our own

Gee, Officer
We're down on our
'Cause no one wants a
With a disease

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