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

& Son

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mushnik: to bankrupt.

What a louse.

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

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

Seymour:

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

SEYMOUR. for?

MUSHNIK. I want to be your dad.
I want to see you up my family tree.
I to think you left a stench,
but now I see that a mench,
so I'm be my son! Mushnik and Son. Sounds great?
words with the ring of fate.
So say you'll incorporate me.
A dream come true.
and his boychik, you.
What business do for F.T.D.
How bout' it, Be my son!
Just say the word, I'll 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 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 really to, but...

Mushnik: I'll hold my 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. I'll let you move in with me.

Mushnik: You

I promise!

Mushnik: a son!

Both: and Son, that's that!

Seymour: 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!!!