Luyện nghe bài hát Deep, Deep Trouble

Bart!
Marge: Go to room.
Yeah, right.

Well, you're if you do,
(What are we about?)
Well, you're if you do,
(Where's sense of humour?)
Well, damned if you do,
And you're if you don't.

Bart!
Bart: Let me start at the start, take it away.
My is Simpson, Bartholemew J.
That's Bart, with an art, and a be ,
Then Simp, S-O-N, that's me!

aside, let's move right along,
You can all along at the sound of the gong.
(Sound of the gong)
upon a time, about a week ago,
All of a sudden, started to grow.
was buzzin', I was snoozin',
S'posed to get up now, but I was
To let reality an intrusion,
'Cause in land, I was cruisin'.
But the buzz kept buzzin', my head buzzin'.
Gave the radio a throw, and an explosion.
(Homer: D'oh!)
up my eyes, and to my surprise,
There stood Homer, and his risin'.
I was chillin', he was yellin',
all distorted, 'cause he was propellin'.
It what he said, but more of his tone,
The usual jive, put your to the grindstone.
I said "I'm sorry" but that didn't cut it,
I to protest, but Dad said
Shut it.
Get up. Mow the lawn. it. On the double.
'Cause if you don't, you're in deep, trouble.

Trouble.
Deep, trouble.
Run trouble.
Bart: Where's your of humour, man?
Deep, deep trouble.
And they go a something like this.

Bart: So I'm in the front yard, like crazy,
like a pig and the sun is blazing.
Homer's in the driveway, in the car,
With Mom and Lisa, hope they're going far.
The dad
Bart
and I go Yo
He
Homer: You done
and I go No.
So he
Homer: Oh! too slow.
So I step on the gas, to speed up the mow.
Didn't see that sprinkler underneath tree,
Wham! Ccchhh! Pssshh! on me!
I go Whoa, Homer
D'oh!
Now you go to the boatshow.

Bart: This is my after working my butt off?
Homer revs the motor and they all start to off.
Soaked to the bone, in a puddle,
needs to tell me I'm in deep, deep trouble.

Trouble.
Marge: Go to room.
Bart!
Yeah, right.
Marge: Bart, go to room.
Back: Deep, trouble.
Marge: Go to room.
Bart!
Bart: Oh, a break.
Back: The begins the trouble.
Well, you're damned if you do,
I the answer. Well, you're damned if you do,
Deep, deep trouble.
Bart: Well, damned if you do,
And you're if you don't.

As soon as gone, I'm stretched on the lawn,
at the sky with my sunshades on.
Now I've never ever that I was a smarty,
But inspiration hits me, lets a party.

Called up my posse, they were in a flash,
They all their pals, we started to thrash.
There was and stomping, an occasional crash,
A fist fight or two, and for cash.

We raided the fridge, dogs the trash,
I got a little when the windows got smashed.
The next you know, Mom and Dad are home,
The kids and I'm all alone.

Everything's except for my moan,
And the low, bluesy of a saxophone.
They look at me, they go into a huddle.
Get this sinking sensation I'm in deep, trouble.

Trouble.
D'oh.
Oh.
Bart!
Bart: Oh, a break.
Back: Deep, trouble.
Homer: Hey. is this?
Back: keep trouble.
Marge: Go to room.
Oh yeah.
Marge: Bart, go to room.
Back: Deep, trouble.
Go to your room.
Okey, dokey.
Bart!

Bart: There's a little to my tale of sadness.
I was dragged down the street by his Dadness.
We the corner and came to a stop,
Threw me Jake's Barber Shop.

I said, Please Sir, a little off the top.
Dude shaved me bare, me a lollipop.
So on my head, there's but stubble.
Man, I hate in deep, deep trouble.

Trouble.
Bart: Well, you're if you do,
Trouble! Trouble!
Bart: Well, damned if you do,
Back: Deep, trouble.
Well, you're damned if you do,
and you're if you don't.
Nothing but trouble.
Bart: Aw, on, man.
Well, damned if you do,
(What are we talking about?) Well, damned if you do,
Deep, deep trouble.
Bart: (Where's sense of humour?)
Well, you're damned if you do, and you're if you don't.
Trouble.
Deep, trouble.
Ha ha ha, ha ha.
Back: Deep, trouble