Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krupke

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

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

Gee, Krupke, we're very upset
We never had the love that every child get
We ain't no delinquents, we're
Deep down inside us is good

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

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

Dear kindly Judge, 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
Leapin' lizards, why I'm so bad

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

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

Hear ye, ye
In the opinion of court
This child is depraved on
He ain't had a 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 sister wears a mustache, my brother wears a
gracious, that's why I'm a mess

Yes, Officer Krupke, he shouldn't be
This boy don't need a couch, he needs a career
Society's him a terrible trick
And he's 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
delinquency
Is purely a social

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

kindly social worker, they tell me get a job
Like be a soda jerker, which means 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
This boy need a job, he needs a year in the pen
It ain't just a of misunderstood
Deep down him, he's no good

I'm no
no good, we're no good
We're no earthly
Like the 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 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, Krupke
are we to do?
Gee, Officer
you!