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 gotta
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 upset
We never had the that every child oughta get
We ain't no delinquents, we're
Deep down inside us is good

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

That's a touching good
tell it to the world
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, you're really a
This boy need a judge, he needs an analyst's care
It's just his neurosis that be curbed
psychologically disturbed

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

Hear ye, ye
In the opinion of this
This child is depraved on
He ain't had a home

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

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

Yes, Krupke, he shouldn't be here
This boy need a couch, he needs a useful career
Society's played him a terrible
And sociologically 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

Dear kindly social worker, tell me get a job
Like be a soda jerker, which like be a slob
not I'm antisocial, I'm only anti-work
Glory Osky, that's why I'm a

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

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

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

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

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