Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krupke

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

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

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

There is
There is good, is good
There is 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 treat me rough
With all marijuana, they won't give me a puff
They wanna have me but somehow I was had
lizards, that's why I'm so bad

Right, Officer Krupke, you're really a
This boy don't need a judge, he needs an care
just his neurosis that oughta be curbed
He's psychologically

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

kindly 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, why I'm a jerk

Eek, Krupke, you've done it again
This boy don't need a job, he needs a 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 earthly
Like the best of us is no damn

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

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

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