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 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 so unhealthy. It's enough to make you sick.

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

Seymour: Sweet and good and beautiful as she is, she deserves a prince, not a sadistic creep 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 comes to Mushnik)
Seymour!

Seymour:

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

SEYMOUR. What

MUSHNIK. I want to be your dad.
I want to see you climbing up my tree.
I to think you left a stench,
but now I see you're a mench,
so I'm proposing be my son! Mushnik and Son. Sounds
Three words the ring 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 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 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. me that you will...

Seymour: Gee, I'd really 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 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 shtick. Through thin and through thick. Through sloppy and slick.

So come kiss me quick!

Mushnik: Please make me sick.

Mushnik and Son!!!