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

& Son

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

Seymour: I like that guy, Mr. Mushnik. You should hear the way he talks to Audrey.

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

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

If he left me
If Seymour me
Why then I'd be right where I started which was
and starving.

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

Mushnik: 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:

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

SEYMOUR. What

MUSHNIK. Seymour I want to be 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 be my son! Mushnik and Son. Sounds great?
Three words with the 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 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 sweet paternal mishegoss 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: hold my breath until... (Holds his breath)

Okay...you win...I'll be your 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. let you come move in with me.

You swear?

I promise!

Mushnik: a son!

Mushnik and Son, that's that!

Seymour: Officially I'm brat!

Both: Consider the matter closed and done. Now, to the world, stick. Our senior and Junior shtick. Through thin and through thick. Through sloppy and slick.

Seymour: So come me quick!

Mushnik: Please make me sick.

Mushnik and Son!!!