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

& Son

Mushnik: He'll about it? He'll think 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 said he'd it over!

Seymour: No wonder she looks so unhealthy. It's enough to 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 creep him!

Mushnik: to bankrupt.

What a louse.

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

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

Seymour:

Mushnik: Seymour? How would you like to be my
How you like to be my own
boy?
(aside) I never liked him 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 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 with the of fate.
So say you'll with me.
A florist's come true.
and his boychik, you.
What we'll do for F.T.D.
How bout' it, Be my son!
Just say the word, I'll have my on the phone!

Seymour: Now, Mr. Mushnik, don't be rash. You always 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!

Mushnik: Hooray, I win! be my son!

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

Mushnik: You

I promise!

Mushnik: a son!

Both: Mushnik and Son, that!

Seymour: I'm your 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.

So come kiss me quick!

Mushnik: Please don't me sick.

Both: and Son!!!