Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krupke

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

Dear kindly Sergeant Krupke, you gotta
just 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, very upset
We never had the love that child oughta get
We no delinquents, we're misunderstood
Deep down inside us is good

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

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

Dear Judge, Your Honor, my parents treat me rough
With all their marijuana, they 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 care
It's his neurosis that oughta be curbed
He's psychologically

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eek, Officer Krupke, you've done it
boy don't 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
We're no good, we're no
We're no good
Like the of us is no damn good

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

Gee, Officer
We're down on our
'Cause no one wants a
a social disease

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