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 wanna clean up the streets,
Well you put society in handcuffs
Ha ha, you got a job

by bernstein
Lyrics by
I'm 'bout west side story
It's before my
sweat me like the sharks & the jets
Because I do what I
So they hit me
If you let me
I'll explain the
Clear my
And show you ain't a damn thing
So don't criticize the way that I hey
This ain't
We learned it the way

Dear kindly sergeant
You understand
It's just our bringin'
That gets us out of
Our all are junkies
Our all are drunks
Golly moses, naturally punks

Gee, officer
We're very
We never had the
every child oughta get
We ain't no
misunderstood
Deep down us there is good

is good!

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

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

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

Right! officer
You're a square
This boy don't need a
He needs an analyst's
just his neurosis
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 down
I ain't got no analystic junk
And sit down on the
Then out why I'm disturbed
I know why I'm
And you what
I don't
'cause it's like that
And just 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 pushes tea
My sister wears a
My brother wears a
Goodness gracious, that's why I'm a

krupkee you're really a slob
This boy don't a doctor
Just a honest job
Society played him a trick
And socialogically sick

We are sick!

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

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

Dear kindly social
They say go a buck
be a soda jerker
Which means be a schmuck
It's not I'm
I'm only
Glory osky, now why I'm a jerk
krupkee ya done it again
This boy don't a doc
He needs a in the pen
It ain't just a of misunderstood
Deep inside, he ain't no damn 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 is he drinks
The is he's lazy
The trouble is he
The trouble is growin'
The trouble is grown
we've got troubles of our own

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