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

& Son

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

Seymour: I don't like that guy, Mr. Mushnik. You hear 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 Seymour me
Why then I'd be right back I started which was
and starving.

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

Close to bankrupt.

Seymour: a louse.

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

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

Seymour:

Mushnik: How would you like to be my son?
How would you to be my own
adopted
(aside) I liked him much before,
But count the that's in
the
I've got no choice- I'm
too
Say yes

SEYMOUR. What

MUSHNIK. Seymour I want to be dad.
I to see you climbing up my family 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. great?
words with the ring of fate.
So say you'll incorporate me.
A dream come true.
and his boychik, you.
What we'll do for F.T.D.
How bout' it, Be my son!
Just say the word, have my lawyer 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 physical 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 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: 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.

You swear?

I promise!

Mushnik: a son!

Both: and Son, that's that!

Officially 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!

Please don't make me sick.

Both: and Son!!!