Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krupkee

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

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

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Lyrics by
I'm 'bout west side story
before my time
Police sweat me the sharks & the jets
Because I do what I
So they hit me
If you let me
explain the game
Clear my
And show you ain't a damn changed
So criticize the way that I ball hey
ain't broadway
We learned it the way

Dear kindly krupke
You gotta
just our bringin' upke
That gets us out of
Our all are junkies
Our fathers all are
moses, naturally we're punks

Gee, officer
very upset
We had the love
That child oughta get
We ain't no
misunderstood
Deep inside us there is good

is good!

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

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

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

Right! officer
You're really a
This boy don't need a
He needs an analyst's
just his neurosis
That be curbed
He's psychologically

disturbed!

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

We out of our minds you know I'm sayin'
Yeah, we got problems
Deep inside
I ain't got no junk heap
And sit on the couch
Then out why I'm disturbed
I why I'm disturbed
And you know
I care
'cause it's like 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 gramma tea
My wears a moustache
My brother wears a
Goodness gracious, that's why I'm a

Officer krupkee really a slob
This boy don't a doctor
Just a honest job
played him a terrible trick
And he's sick

We are sick!

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

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

Dear kindly social
They say go a buck
Like be a soda
Which means like be a
not I'm antisocial
I'm antiwork
Glory osky, now why I'm a jerk
Officer krupkee ya done it
boy don't need a doc
He a year 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 best of us is no damn

The trouble is crazy
The is he drinks
The is he's lazy
The trouble is he
The trouble is he's
The is he's grown
we've got troubles of our own

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