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

& Son

Mushnik: He'll think about it? 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 to make 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 good and beautiful as she is, she deserves a prince, not a sadistic like him!

Mushnik: to bankrupt.

Seymour: a louse.

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

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

Seymour:

Mushnik: Seymour? How you like to be my son?
How would you to be my own
adopted
(aside) I never him much before,
But the cash 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 you're a mench,
so I'm be my son! Mushnik and Son. Sounds great?
Three with 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 bout' it, Be my son!
Just say the word, I'll have my 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: the physical 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 ahead and say it, Seymour. Tell me you will...

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

I'll hold my breath 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 really am. And someday when you're eighty-three. let you come move in with me.

Mushnik: You

I promise!

Mushnik: a son!

Both: 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 and Junior shtick. Through thin and through thick. Through sloppy and slick.

Seymour: So kiss me quick!

Please don't make me sick.

Both: and Son!!!