Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krumke

Hey you, who me Krupke?
Yeah, you, give me one good
For not draggin' you down to the house
You

Dear, kindly Sergeant Krupke you gotta
It's just our bringin' up-ke that gets us out of
Our mothers all are junkies, our all are drunks
Golly Moses, naturally punks

Gee, Officer Krupke we're very
We never had the love that every oughta get
We ain't no delinquents, misunderstood
Deep down inside us there is

is good, there is good
There is good, is untapped good
Like the worst of us is good

Oh, that's a good story
Oh well, lemme it to the world
Just tell it to the

Dear kindly judge, honor, my parents treat me rough
With all their they won't give me a puff
They didn't have me but somehow I was had
lizards, that's why I'm so bad

Right, Officer Krupke really a square
This boy don't need a judge, he needs an analyst's
It's his neurosis that oughta be curbed
He's psychologically

I'm
We're disturbed, disturbed
We're the most
we're psychologically disturbed

Hear ye, hear ye, in the opinion on this
child is depraved on account
He had a normal home
Hey, I'm depraved on I'm deprived

So him to a headshrinker

My daddy beats my mommy, my mommy me
My grandpa's always plastered, my grandma tea
My sister wears a mustache, my brother wears a
Goodness gracious, that's why I'm a

Yes, Officer you're really a slob
This boy need a doctor just a good honest job
played him a terrible trick
And he's sick

I am
We are sick, we are
We are sick, sick, sick,
Like we're sociologically

In my opinion this child need to have his head shrunk at all
Juvenile delinquency is a social disease
Hey, I got a social
So him to a social worker

Dear kindly, social worker, they say go earn a
Like be a soda jerker means like be a schmuck
It's not I'm antisocial, I'm only
Gloryosky, that's why I'm a

Krupke, you've done it again
This boy don't a job, he needs a year in the pen
It ain't just a question of
Deep down him he's no good

I'm no
We're no good, we're no
no earthly good
Like the best of us is no damn

The is he's crazy, the trouble is he drinks
The is he's lazy, the trouble is he stinks
The is he's growing, the trouble is he's grown
Krupke, we got of our own

Gee, Officer we're down on our knees
'Cause no one a fellow with a social disease
Gee, Officer Krupke are we to do?
Gee, Krupke, Krup you