Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krupkee

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

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

Music by
by sondheim
I'm talkin' 'bout west story
It's before my
Police sweat me like the & the jets
Because I do what I
So they hit me
If you let me
explain the game
Clear my
And show you ain't a thing changed
So criticize the way that I ball hey
This ain't
We learned it the way

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

Gee, officer
We're very
We had the love
That child oughta get
We no deliquents
We're
Deep down inside us is good

is good!

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

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

Dear judge, your honour
My treat me rough
With all marijuana
They won't me a puff
They didn't 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 needs an care
It's his neurosis
oughta be curbed
He's disturbed

disturbed!

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

We out of our minds you what I'm sayin'
Yeah, we got problems
Deep inside
I got no analystic junk heap
And sit on the couch
Then find out why I'm
I why I'm disturbed
And you know
I don't
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 always plastered
My gramma tea
My wears a moustache
My brother wears a
Goodness gracious, that's why I'm a

Officer krupkee you're a slob
boy don't need a doctor
Just a 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
This is what happens when cousins
We are heads, inbred
Hey we're chicano forrest gump's

Dear social worker
They say go a buck
be a soda jerker
Which means be a schmuck
not I'm antisocial
I'm only
Glory osky, now that's why I'm a
krupkee ya done it again
This boy don't a doc
He a year in the pen
It ain't just a of misunderstood
Deep down inside, he ain't no good

I'm no good!

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

The trouble is crazy
The is he drinks
The problem is he's
The trouble is he
The trouble is growin'
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!