Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krupkee

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

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

by bernstein
Lyrics by
I'm 'bout west side story
It's before my
Police sweat me like the & the jets
Because I do I does
So wanna 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

kindly sergeant krupke
You understand
just our bringin' upke
That us out of hand
Our all are junkies
Our all are drunks
Golly moses, we're punks

Gee, krupke
very upset
We never had the
That child oughta get
We ain't no
misunderstood
Deep down inside us is good

is good!

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

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

Dear judge, your honour
My treat me rough
all their marijuana
They give me a puff
They wanna have me
But I was had
lizards, that's why I'm so bad

Right! officer
really a square
This boy need a judge
He needs an care
It's his neurosis
That be curbed
psychologically disturbed

disturbed!

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

We out of our minds you what I'm sayin'
Yeah, we got problems
Deep inside
I ain't got no analystic heap
And sit down on the
Then out why I'm disturbed
I know why I'm
And you know
I don't
'cause it's just that
And that's how it is
You know what I'm
the way it is

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

Officer krupkee you're a slob
This boy need a doctor
a good honest job
Society played him a terrible
And socialogically sick

We are sick!

We are sick, we are
We are sick sick
Like sociologically sick

In words
is what happens when cousins marry
We are heads, inbred
Hey we're like chicano forrest

Dear kindly social
They say go a buck
be a soda jerker
Which like be a schmuck
not I'm antisocial
I'm antiwork
Glory osky, now that's why I'm a
krupkee ya done it again
This boy need a doc
He needs a 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 good

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

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