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 hear the way he to Audrey.

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

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

If he left me
If Seymour me
Why then I'd be right where I started which was
and starving.

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

Mushnik: to bankrupt.

Seymour: a louse.

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

Seymour: He's a disgrace to the profession.
(An idea to Mushnik)
Seymour!

Seymour:

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

SEYMOUR. for?

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

Seymour: Now, Mr. Mushnik, be rash. You always said that I was trash.

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

Sir, I'm choking!

Mushnik: Scuse the expression of my pride of the sweet 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 and say it, Seymour. Tell me that you will...

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

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

Okay...you win...I'll be your 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 move in with me.

Mushnik: You

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. Through thin and through thick. sloppy and slick.

So come kiss me quick!

Mushnik: Please make me sick.

Mushnik and Son!!!