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, then it away.
My name is Simpson, J.
Bart, with an art, and a capital be ,
Then Simp, S-O-N, that's me!

Introductions aside, let's move along,
You can all sing at the sound of the gong.
(Sound of the gong)
Once upon a time, about a 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 kept buzzin', my head kept buzzin'.
the radio a throw, and heard 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 wasn't he said, but more of his tone,
The usual jive, put your to the grindstone.
I "I'm real sorry" but that didn't cut it,
I started to protest, but Dad
Homer: 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: your sense of humour, man?
Back: Deep, trouble.
And they go a little 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, hope they're going far.
The dad
Homer:
and I go Yo
He
Homer: You yet?
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.

This is my thanks after working my butt off?
Homer revs the motor and all start to putt 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 young the trouble.
Well, you're damned if you do,
I know the answer. Well, you're if you do,
Deep, deep trouble.
Bart: Well, damned if you do,
And you're if you don't.

As soon as they're gone, I'm on the lawn,
Lookin' at the sky with my on.
Now I've ever claimed that I was a smarty,
But inspiration hits me, lets a party.

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

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

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

Trouble.
D'oh.
Oh.
Bart!
Bart: Oh, a break.
Deep, deep trouble.
Homer: Hey. What is
Back: Don't trouble.
Go to your room.
Oh yeah.
Marge: Bart, go to room.
Back: Deep, trouble.
Marge: Go to room.
Okey, dokey.
Bart!

Bart: a little epilogue to my tale of sadness.
I was dragged the street by his Royal Dadness.
We the corner and came to a stop,
Threw me inside Barber Shop.

I said, Please Sir, just a off the top.
Dude me bare, gave 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,
Deep, deep trouble.
Bart: Well, you're if you do,
and damned if you don't.
Back: but trouble.
Aw, come on, man.
Well, damned if you do,
(What are we talking about?) Well, you're if you do,
Deep, deep trouble.
Bart: (Where's your 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, trouble