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 clean up the streets, huh?
Well you better put in handcuffs
Ha ha, you got a job

by bernstein
Lyrics by
I'm talkin' west side story
before my time
Police sweat me like the sharks & the
Because I do I does
So they hit me
If you let me
explain the game
Clear my
And show you ain't a damn thing
So don't the way that I ball hey
ain't broadway
We learned it the way

kindly sergeant krupke
You gotta
It's our bringin' upke
That us out of hand
Our all are junkies
Our all are drunks
moses, naturally we're punks

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

is good!

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

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

Dear kindly judge, your
My parents treat me
With all marijuana
They won't give me a
They wanna have me
But I was had
Leapin' lizards, why I'm so bad

Right! krupke
You're really a
This boy need a judge
He an analyst's care
It's just his
That be curbed
He's disturbed

disturbed!

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

We out of our minds you know I'm sayin'
Yeah, we got problems
Deep inside
I ain't got no analystic heap
And sit on the couch
find out why I'm disturbed
I why I'm disturbed
And you what
I care
it's just like that
And that's how it is
You know what I'm
the way it is

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

Officer krupkee really a slob
This boy don't need a
Just a good 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 other
is what happens when cousins marry
We are heads, inbred
Hey we're like forrest gump's

Dear social worker
They say go earn a
Like be a soda
Which like be a schmuck
not I'm antisocial
I'm only
Glory osky, now that's why I'm a
Officer krupkee ya it again
boy don't need a doc
He needs a in the pen
It ain't just a of misunderstood
Deep down inside, he ain't no good

I'm no good!

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

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

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