Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krupkee

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

Excuse me mr.
You we're 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 side story
It's before my
Police sweat me like the & 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 I ball hey
ain't broadway
We learned it the way

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

Gee, krupke
very upset
We never had the
every child oughta get
We ain't no
misunderstood
Deep down inside us there is

is good!

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

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

kindly judge, your honour
My treat me rough
With all their
won't give me a puff
They wanna have me
But I was had
lizards, that's why I'm so bad

Right! officer
You're a square
This boy need a judge
He needs an analyst's
It's just his
That oughta be
He's disturbed

disturbed!

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

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
'cause it's just 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 always
My pushes tea
My wears a moustache
My brother a dress
Goodness gracious, that's why I'm a

Officer krupkee you're really a
boy don't need a doctor
Just a honest job
Society played him a trick
And socialogically he's

We are sick!

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

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

Dear social worker
They say go earn a
be a soda jerker
Which means be a schmuck
It's not I'm
I'm antiwork
Glory osky, now why I'm a jerk
Officer krupkee ya done it
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, we're no
no earthly good
Like the of us is no damn good

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 he's
Krupkee we've got of our own

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