Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krupke

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

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

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

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

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

Dear kindly Judge, Honor, my parents treat me rough
all their marijuana, they 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, really 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 disturbed
Like psychologically disturbed

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

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

My daddy beats my mommy, my clobbers me
My grandpa is a commie, my grandma 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 useful
Society's played him a terrible
And sociologically sick

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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