Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krupkee

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

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

Music by
by sondheim
I'm 'bout west side story
before my time
Police me like the sharks & the jets
I do what 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 the way that I ball hey
This broadway
We learned it the way

Dear kindly krupke
You gotta
It's just our upke
That gets us out of
Our mothers all are
Our fathers all are
Golly moses, naturally punks

Gee, officer
We're upset
We never had the
That every child get
We ain't no
We're
Deep inside us there is good

is good!

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

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

Dear kindly judge, your
My parents me rough
With all their
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 a square
boy don't need a judge
He needs an care
It's just his
oughta be curbed
He's psychologically

disturbed!

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

We out of our minds you what I'm sayin'
Yeah, because we got
Deep down
I ain't got no junk heap
And sit on the couch
Then out why I'm disturbed
I know why I'm
And you what
I don't
'cause it's just that
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 plastered
My gramma tea
My sister a moustache
My brother wears a
Goodness gracious, why I'm a mess

Officer you're really a slob
This boy 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 sociologically sick

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

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

I'm no good!

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

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

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