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

& Son

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

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

Mushnik: Gott in himmel, no. The kid 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 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!

Close 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:

Seymour? How would you like to be my son?
How would you to be my own
adopted
(aside) I never him much before,
But count the 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 that a mench,
so I'm proposing be my son! and Son. Sounds great?
Three words with the of fate.
So say incorporate with me.
A florist's dream true.
and his boychik, you.
What we'll do for F.T.D.
How it, Seymour? Be my son!
say the word, I'll have my lawyer on the phone!

Seymour: Now, Mr. Mushnik, don't be rash. You 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 and say it, Seymour. Tell me that you will...

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

Mushnik: hold my breath 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 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 closed and done. Now, to the world, let's stick. Our senior and Junior shtick. Through thin and through thick. Through sloppy and slick.

Seymour: So kiss me quick!

Mushnik: don't make me sick.

Mushnik and Son!!!