Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krupkee

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

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

by bernstein
Lyrics by
I'm talkin' 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 the game
Clear my
And show you ain't a damn thing
So criticize the way that I ball hey
This ain't
We learned it the way

Dear sergeant krupke
You understand
just our bringin' upke
That gets us out of
Our mothers all are
Our fathers all are
Golly moses, naturally punks

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

is good!

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

You see, officer
You gotta have compassion
You know, you always me
But what you don't is
I come a broken home
My don't care about me
My don't care about me
And you gettin' on my case
It ain't me
It's

kindly judge, your honour
My parents me rough
all their marijuana
They give me a puff
They didn't wanna me
But I was had
Leapin' lizards, why I'm so bad

Right! officer
You're really a
This boy don't need a
He needs an care
It's his neurosis
oughta be curbed
He's disturbed

disturbed!

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

We out of our minds you know I'm sayin'
Yeah, because we got
Deep inside
I ain't got no junk heap
And sit down on the
Then find out why I'm
I know why I'm
And you what
I care
'cause it's like that
And that's how it is
You what I'm sayin'
the way it is

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

Officer krupkee really a slob
This boy don't need a
a good 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 what happens when marry
We are pendejo heads,
Hey we're like chicano gump's

Dear social worker
They say go earn a
Like be a soda
Which means be a schmuck
not I'm antisocial
I'm antiwork
Glory osky, now that's why I'm a
Officer krupkee ya it again
This boy need a doc
He a year in the pen
It ain't just a of misunderstood
down inside, he ain't no damn good

I'm no good!

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

The trouble is he's
The is he drinks
The problem is lazy
The is he stinks
The trouble is he's
The trouble is he's
Krupkee got troubles of our own

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