Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krupkee

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

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

Music by
Lyrics by
I'm talkin' west side story
before my time
Police 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 thing changed
So don't criticize the way I ball hey
This broadway
We learned it the way

Dear sergeant krupke
You understand
It's just our upke
That gets us out of
Our all are junkies
Our all are drunks
moses, naturally we're punks

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

is good!

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

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

Dear judge, your 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! krupke
You're really a
This boy don't a judge
He an analyst's care
It's his neurosis
oughta be curbed
He's disturbed

disturbed!

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

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

Father is a
My mom's an
My grandpa's plastered
My gramma tea
My wears a moustache
My brother wears a
Goodness gracious, that's why I'm a

Officer krupkee you're a slob
This boy need a doctor
Just a honest job
Society played him a trick
And he's sick

We are sick!

We are sick, we are
We are sick sick
Like sociologically sick

In words
This is what happens when cousins
We are pendejo heads,
Hey like chicano forrest gump's

Dear social worker
They say go earn a
Like be a jerker
Which means like be a
not I'm antisocial
I'm only
Glory osky, now that's why I'm a
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 good

I'm no good!

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

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

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