Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krupkee

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

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

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I'm talkin' 'bout west story
before my time
Police me like the sharks & the jets
Because I do what I
So they hit me
If you let me
I'll explain the
Clear my
And show you ain't a damn changed
So don't the way that I ball hey
ain't broadway
We it the hard way

Dear kindly sergeant
You understand
just our bringin' upke
That gets us out of
Our mothers all are
Our fathers all are
Golly moses, naturally punks

Gee, krupke
We're very
We had the love
every child oughta get
We ain't no
We're
down inside us there is good

is good!

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

You see, officer
You gotta have compassion
You know, you always me
But what you understand is
I come from a broken
My momma don't care me
My daddy don't care me
And you always gettin' on my
It ain't me
It's

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

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

disturbed!

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

We out of our minds you know what I'm
Yeah, because we got
down 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 what
I care
'cause it's just that
And just how it is
You know I'm sayin'
the way it is

Father is a
My mom's an
My grandpa's always
My pushes tea
My sister wears a
My brother a dress
Goodness gracious, why I'm a mess

krupkee you're really a slob
This boy don't need a
a good honest job
Society him a terrible trick
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 pendejo heads,
Hey like chicano forrest gump's

Dear kindly worker
They say go a buck
Like be a soda
Which means be a schmuck
It's not I'm
I'm antiwork
osky, now that's why I'm a jerk
Officer ya done it again
boy don't need a doc
He needs a in the pen
It ain't a question of misunderstood
Deep down inside, he ain't no good

I'm no good!

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

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

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