Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krupkee

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

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

Music by
by sondheim
I'm talkin' 'bout west side
It's before my
Police sweat me like the sharks & the
I do what I does
So wanna hit me
If you let me
I'll explain the
my name
And show you ain't a thing changed
So don't criticize the way I ball hey
This broadway
We learned it the way

Dear kindly krupke
You understand
It's just our upke
gets us out of hand
Our all are junkies
Our all are drunks
Golly moses, naturally we're

Gee, officer
very upset
We never had the
That every child get
We no deliquents
misunderstood
Deep down inside us there is

is good!

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

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

Dear judge, your honour
My parents treat me
all their marijuana
They won't me a puff
They didn't wanna 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 just his
oughta be curbed
He's psychologically

disturbed!

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

We out of our you know what I'm sayin'
Yeah, because we got
Deep inside
I ain't got no junk heap
And sit down on the
Then out why I'm disturbed
I why I'm disturbed
And you know
I care
'cause it's just like
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 plastered
My gramma tea
My sister wears a
My wears a dress
Goodness gracious, that's why I'm a

Officer you're really a slob
This boy need a doctor
Just a honest job
Society played him a 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 worker
They say go earn a
be a soda jerker
Which means like be a
It's not I'm
I'm only
osky, now that's why I'm a jerk
Officer krupkee ya it again
boy don't need a doc
He a year in the pen
It ain't just a question of
Deep down inside, he no damn good

I'm no good!

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

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

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