Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krupke

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

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

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

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

That's a good story
tell it to the world
Just it to the Judge

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In my opinion, this child does not
To his head shrunk at all
Juvenile
Is purely a disease

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

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

Eek, Officer Krupke, you've it again
This boy 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, no good
We're no earthly
Like the of us is no damn good

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

Gee, Krupke
down on our knees
'Cause no one a fella
With a disease

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