Luyện nghe bài hát Deep, Deep Trouble

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

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

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

aside, let's move right along,
You can all along at the sound of the gong.
(Sound of the gong)
Once 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,
in dreamy-dream land, I was cruisin'.
But the buzz buzzin', my head kept buzzin'.
Gave the a throw, and heard an explosion.
(Homer: D'oh!)
up my eyes, and to my surprise,
There Homer, and his temperature risin'.
I was chillin', he was yellin',
Face all distorted, he was propellin'.
It wasn't he said, but more of his tone,
The usual jive, put nose to the grindstone.
I said "I'm real sorry" but didn't cut it,
I to protest, but Dad said
Shut it.
Get up. Mow the lawn. it. On the double.
if you don't, you're in deep, deep trouble.

Trouble.
Deep, trouble.
Run trouble.
Bart: Where's sense of humour, man?
Back: Deep, trouble.
And go a little something like this.

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

Bart: This is my thanks after working my off?
Homer revs the motor and they all start to off.
to the bone, standing in a puddle,
No-one needs to tell me I'm in deep, trouble.

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

As as they're gone, I'm stretched on the lawn,
Lookin' at the sky my sunshades on.
Now I've never claimed that I was a smarty,
But inspiration me, lets have a party.

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

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

Everything's silent 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: Don't 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 epilogue to my of sadness.
I was dragged down the street by his Dadness.
We rounded the corner and to a stop,
me inside Jake's Barber Shop.

I said, Please Sir, just a off the top.
Dude shaved me bare, me a lollipop.
So on my head, nothing 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 damned if you don't.
Back: but trouble.
Aw, come on, man.
Well, you're if you do,
(What are we talking about?) Well, damned if you do,
Back: Deep, trouble.
Bart: (Where's sense of humour?)
Well, you're damned if you do, and damned if you don't.
Trouble.
Deep, trouble.
Ha ha ha, ha ha.
Back: Deep, deep