Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krupke

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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 our bringin' upke that gets us out of hand
Our mothers all are junkies, our fathers all are
Golly Moses, we're punks

Gee, Krupke, we're very upset
We never had the love that every child get
We no delinquents, we're misunderstood
Deep down inside us is good

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

That's a touching good
Lemme it to the world
tell it to the Judge

Dear Judge, Your Honor, my parents 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, Krupke, you're really a square
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 disturbed
Like we're disturbed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eek, Officer Krupke, you've done it
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 good
Like the best of us is no damn

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

Gee, Krupke
We're on our knees
'Cause no one wants a
With a social

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