Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krupke

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

Dear kindly Sergeant Krupke, you understand
It's our bringin' upke that gets us out of hand
Our mothers all are junkies, our all are drunks
Golly Moses, naturally punks

Gee, Officer Krupke, we're upset
We never had the that every 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 worst of us is

That's a touching good
Lemme tell it to the
Just tell it to the

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

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

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

ye, hear ye
In the opinion of this
This is depraved on account
He had a normal home

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

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

Yes, Officer Krupke, he be here
This boy don't a couch, he needs a useful career
played 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, child does not need
To have his head at all
delinquency
Is purely a social

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

Dear kindly social worker, tell me get a job
Like be a soda jerker, which like be a slob
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 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, no good
We're no good
Like the best of us is no good

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

Gee, Officer
We're on our knees
no one wants a fella
With a disease

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