Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krupkee

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

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

by bernstein
Lyrics by
I'm talkin' 'bout side story
It's before my
Police me like the sharks & the jets
I do what I does
So they hit me
If you let me
I'll the game
Clear my
And show you a damn thing changed
So criticize the way that I ball hey
This broadway
We it the hard way

kindly sergeant krupke
You understand
It's just our upke
That gets us out of
Our mothers all are
Our all are drunks
Golly moses, we're punks

Gee, krupke
very upset
We had the love
That every child get
We no deliquents
misunderstood
Deep down inside us is good

is good!

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

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

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

Right! officer
You're really a
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
We're the disturbed
Like psychologically disturbed

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

Father is a
My an s-o-b
My grandpa's always
My pushes tea
My sister a moustache
My brother a dress
Goodness gracious, that's why I'm a

Officer krupkee really a slob
This boy don't need a
Just a good job
Society him a terrible trick
And he's sick

We are sick!

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

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

Dear kindly social
They say go a buck
Like be a jerker
Which means like be a
not I'm antisocial
I'm only
Glory osky, now why I'm a jerk
Officer krupkee ya it again
This boy don't a doc
He needs a in the pen
It just a question of misunderstood
Deep inside, he ain't no damn good

I'm no good!

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

The trouble is he's
The is he drinks
The is he's lazy
The trouble is he
The trouble is growin'
The trouble is he's
Krupkee we've got 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, krupkee
you!