Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krupkee

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

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

by bernstein
Lyrics by
I'm talkin' 'bout west story
It's my time
sweat me like the sharks & the jets
Because I do I does
So wanna hit me
If you let me
explain the game
Clear my
And show you ain't a damn changed
So don't criticize the way that I hey
This ain't
We learned it the way

Dear sergeant krupke
You gotta
just our bringin' upke
That us out of hand
Our mothers all are
Our fathers all are
Golly moses, naturally we're

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

is good!

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

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

Dear kindly judge, your
My parents me rough
With all their
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 an analyst's care
It's his neurosis
oughta be curbed
He's disturbed

disturbed!

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

We out of our minds you what I'm sayin'
Yeah, because we got
Deep inside
I ain't got no analystic junk
And sit on the couch
Then out why I'm disturbed
I know why I'm
And you what
I don't
'cause just like that
And that's how it is
You know I'm sayin'
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
gracious, that's why I'm a mess

Officer you're really a slob
boy don't need a doctor
Just a honest job
played him a terrible trick
And socialogically sick

We are sick!

We are sick, we are
We are sick sick
Like we're sick

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

Dear kindly social
say go earn a buck
Like be a jerker
Which means be a schmuck
not I'm antisocial
I'm antiwork
Glory osky, now why I'm a jerk
Officer ya done it again
This boy need a doc
He a year in the pen
It ain't just a of misunderstood
down inside, he ain't no damn good

I'm no good!

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

The is he's crazy
The trouble is he
The problem is he's
The trouble is he
The trouble is he's
The trouble is grown
we've 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, officer
you!