Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krupke

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

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

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

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

That's a good story
Lemme tell it to the
Just tell it to the

Dear kindly Judge, Honor, my parents treat me rough
With all their marijuana, they 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 a square
This boy don't a judge, he needs an analyst's care
just his neurosis that oughta be curbed
He's disturbed

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

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

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

My daddy my mommy, my mommy 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
This boy need a couch, he needs a useful career
Society's played him a terrible
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
Juvenile
Is a social disease

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

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

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

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

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

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

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