Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krupkee

Salt-n-pepa, eye, etc.
(appears on the songs of west story)

me mr. officer
You think we're bad,
You wanna up the streets, huh?
Well you better put in handcuffs
Ha ha, you got a job

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I'm talkin' 'bout west story
before my time
Police sweat me the sharks & the jets
Because I do I does
So they hit me
If you let me
explain the game
Clear my
And you ain't a damn thing changed
So don't criticize the way that I hey
This ain't
We learned it the way

Dear sergeant krupke
You gotta
just our bringin' upke
That gets us out of
Our mothers all are
Our fathers all are
Golly moses, we're punks

Gee, krupke
We're upset
We had the love
every child oughta get
We no deliquents
misunderstood
Deep down inside us there is

is good!

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

You see, officer
You gotta some compassion
You know, you always me
But what you understand is
I come from a broken
My momma care about me
My daddy don't about me
And you gettin' on my case
It me homeboy
society

Dear kindly judge, your
My parents treat me
With all their
They won't give me a
They wanna have me
But I was had
lizards, that's why I'm so bad

Right! officer
You're a square
boy don't need a judge
He an analyst's care
It's his neurosis
oughta be curbed
He's psychologically

disturbed!

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

We out of our you know what I'm sayin'
Yeah, we got problems
down inside
I got no analystic junk heap
And sit on the couch
Then find out why I'm
I know why I'm
And you what
I care
it's just like that
And that's how it is
You what I'm sayin'
the way it is

Father is a
My mom's an
My grandpa's always
My gramma tea
My sister a moustache
My brother a dress
Goodness gracious, that's why I'm a

Officer krupkee you're really a
This boy need a doctor
Just a good job
Society played him a terrible
And socialogically he's

We are sick!

We are sick, we are
We are sick sick
Like we're sick

In words
This is what happens cousins marry
We are heads, inbred
Hey we're chicano forrest gump's

Dear social worker
They say go a buck
Like be a jerker
Which means like be a
not I'm antisocial
I'm only
osky, now that's why I'm a jerk
Officer krupkee ya done it
boy don't need a doc
He a year in the pen
It ain't just a of misunderstood
Deep inside, he ain't no damn good

I'm no good!

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

The trouble is crazy
The is he drinks
The problem is he's
The is he stinks
The is he's growin'
The is he's grown
Krupkee got troubles of our own

Gee, officer
We're down on our
'cause no one wants a
With a social
Gee, krupkee
are we to do
Gee, krupkee
you!