Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krupke

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

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
Golly Moses, we're punks

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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