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 just said mull it over!

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

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

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

Close to bankrupt.

Seymour: a louse.

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

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

Seymour:

Seymour? How would you like 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
got no choice- I'm much
too
Say yes

SEYMOUR. for?

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

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

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

Sir, I'm choking!

Mushnik: Scuse the physical expression of my 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...

Seymour: Gee, I'd really to, but...

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

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

Mushnik: Hooray, I win! be my son!

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

Mushnik: You

I promise!

Mushnik: a son!

Mushnik and Son, that's 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. thin and through thick. Through sloppy and slick.

Seymour: So come me quick!

Mushnik: Please make me sick.

Mushnik and Son!!!