Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krupkee

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

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

by bernstein
Lyrics by
I'm talkin' 'bout west side
It's my time
Police sweat me the sharks & the jets
I do what I does
So they hit me
If you let me
explain the game
Clear my
And you ain't a damn thing changed
So criticize the way that I ball hey
This broadway
We it the hard way

Dear sergeant krupke
You understand
It's our bringin' 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 child get
We no deliquents
We're
Deep inside us there is good

is good!

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

You see, krupkee
You gotta have some
You know, you always me
But what you understand is
I from a broken home
My don't care about me
My daddy don't care me
And you always on my case
It me homeboy
society

Dear kindly judge, your
My parents me rough
With all marijuana
They give me a puff
They wanna have me
But I was had
Leapin' lizards, why I'm so bad

Right! krupke
You're a square
This boy don't need a
He needs an analyst's
It's just his
oughta be curbed
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 got no analystic junk heap
And sit down on the
find out why I'm disturbed
I why I'm disturbed
And you know
I don't
'cause it's like that
And that's how it is
You know what I'm
the way it is

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

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

We are sick!

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

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

Dear kindly social
They say go earn a
Like be a jerker
Which means like be a
not I'm antisocial
I'm antiwork
Glory osky, now that's why I'm a
Officer krupkee ya it again
boy don't need a doc
He needs a in the pen
It just a question of misunderstood
Deep down inside, he ain't no good

I'm no good!

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

The trouble is he's
The trouble is he
The is he's lazy
The is he stinks
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!