Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krupkee

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

Excuse me mr.
You think bad, huh?
You wanna up the streets, huh?
Well you better put society in
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 they hit me
If you let me
I'll the game
my name
And show you ain't a damn changed
So don't criticize the way I ball hey
ain't broadway
We it the hard way

Dear kindly krupke
You understand
just our bringin' upke
That us out of hand
Our all are junkies
Our all are drunks
moses, naturally we're punks

Gee, krupke
very upset
We never had the
every child oughta get
We no deliquents
misunderstood
Deep down inside us is good

is good!

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

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

Dear judge, your honour
My parents me rough
With all marijuana
won't give me a puff
They didn't wanna me
But I was had
Leapin' lizards, why I'm so bad

Right! officer
really a square
This boy don't need a
He an analyst's care
It's just his
That be curbed
He's psychologically

disturbed!

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

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

Father is a
My an s-o-b
My grandpa's always
My pushes tea
My wears a moustache
My brother wears a
gracious, that's why I'm a mess

Officer krupkee you're a slob
This boy don't need a
a good honest job
Society played him a trick
And he's sick

We are sick!

We are sick, we are
We are sick sick
we're sociologically sick

In other
is what happens when cousins marry
We are pendejo heads,
Hey we're like forrest gump's

Dear kindly worker
They say go a buck
be a soda jerker
Which means be a schmuck
It's not I'm
I'm only
osky, now that's why I'm a jerk
Officer krupkee ya it again
This boy don't a doc
He needs a in the pen
It ain't just a question of
Deep down inside, he ain't no damn

I'm no good!

We're no good, no good
We're no earthly
the best 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 is he's grown
we've got troubles of our own

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