Luyện nghe bài hát Mushnik & Son, Joe Pan's Version

& Son

Mushnik: He'll think about it? He'll about it?

Seymour: I don't like that guy, Mr. Mushnik. You should the way he talks to Audrey.

Mushnik: in himmel, no. The kid just said he'd mull it over!

No wonder she looks so unhealthy. It's enough to make you sick.

Mushnik: If he me
If Seymour me
Why then I'd be right back where I started was
and starving.

Seymour: Sweet and good and beautiful as she is, she deserves a prince, not a sadistic creep him!

Close to bankrupt.

Seymour: a louse.

Mushnik: Beset, befuddled, and bereft. That's what I'd be if left.

Seymour: a disgrace to the dental profession.
(An comes to Mushnik)
Seymour!

Seymour:

Mushnik: Seymour? How would you like to be my
How you like to be my own
boy?
(aside) I never liked him before,
But count the cash in
the
got no choice- I'm much
too
Say yes

SEYMOUR. for?

MUSHNIK. Seymour I want to be dad.
I to see you climbing up my family tree.
I to think you left a stench,
but now I see that a mench,
so I'm be my son! Mushnik and Son. Sounds great?
Three words the ring of fate.
So say incorporate with me.
A dream come true.
and his boychik, you.
What business do for F.T.D.
How it, Seymour? Be my son!
Just say the word, have my lawyer on the phone!

Now, Mr. Mushnik, don't be rash. You always said that I was trash.

Mushnik: (Grabs by the throat) Oh, I was Joking!

Sir, I'm choking!

Mushnik: Scuse the physical expression of my pride of the paternal mishegoss I've held pent-up--insi-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ide!

Gee.

So?

Well.

Mushnik:

I?

You!

Mushnik: Go ahead and say it, Seymour. me that you will...

Gee, I'd really like to, but...

Mushnik: I'll hold my until... (Holds his breath)

Seymour: Okay...you win...I'll be son!

Mushnik: Hooray, I win! be my son!

Seymour: Draw up the papers, dad. I'm touched, I really am. And someday when you're eighty-three. I'll let you come move in me.

You swear?

I promise!

Mushnik: a son!

Mushnik and Son, that's that!

Seymour: Officially I'm brat!

Both: Consider the matter closed and done. Now, to the world, let's stick. Our senior and Junior shtick. thin and through thick. Through sloppy and slick.

Seymour: So come me quick!

Please don't make me sick.

Both: and Son!!!