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

& Son

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mushnik: to bankrupt.

What a louse.

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

He's a disgrace to the dental profession.
(An comes to Mushnik)
Seymour!

Seymour:

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

SEYMOUR. for?

MUSHNIK. Seymour I want to be dad.
I want to see you up my family tree.
I to think you left a stench,
but now I see that a mench,
so I'm proposing be my son! Mushnik and Son. great?
Three words the ring of fate.
So say you'll with me.
A florist's dream true.
and his boychik, you.
What we'll do for F.T.D.
How bout' it, Be my son!
Just say the word, I'll 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 sweet paternal 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)

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

Hooray, I win! He'll be my son!

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

You swear?

I promise!

Mushnik: a son!

Both: Mushnik and Son, that!

Seymour: I'm your 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. Through and slick.

Seymour: So come me quick!

Mushnik: Please don't me sick.

Both: and Son!!!