Luyện nghe bài hát Gee, Officer Krupke

Hey you
Who me, Krupke?
you, gimme one good reason for not dragging
You down the station, ya

Dear kindly Sergeant Krupke, you understand
It's just our bringin' upke that gets us out of
Our mothers all are junkies, our all are drunks
Golly Moses, we're punks

Gee, Krupke, we're very upset
We never had the love that every oughta get
We no delinquents, we're misunderstood
Deep down inside us there is

is good
There is good, is good
There is good
inside, the worst of us is good

That's a touching good
Lemme it to the world
tell it to the Judge

Dear kindly Judge, Your Honor, my parents treat me
With all their marijuana, they won't me a puff
They didn't have me but somehow I was had
Leapin' lizards, why I'm so bad

Right, Krupke, you're really a square
boy don't need a judge, he needs an analyst's care
It's just his neurosis that oughta be
psychologically disturbed

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

ye, hear ye
In the opinion of this
This child is depraved on
He ain't had a normal

Hey, I'm
On account I'm
So take him to a

My daddy my mommy, my mommy clobbers me
My grandpa is a commie, my pushes tea
My sister wears a mustache, my brother a dress
Goodness gracious, why I'm a mess

Yes, Krupke, he shouldn't be here
This boy don't a couch, he needs a useful career
played him a terrible trick
And he's sick

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

In my opinion, this child does not
To have his head at all
Juvenile
Is a social disease

Hey, I got a disease
So him to a social worker

Dear kindly social worker, they me get a job
be a soda jerker, which means like be a slob
It's not I'm antisocial, I'm anti-work
Osky, that's why I'm a jerk

Eek, Officer Krupke, you've it again
This boy don't need a job, he a year in the pen
It just a question of misunderstood
Deep down inside him, no good

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

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

Gee, Officer
down on our knees
'Cause no one a fella
With a social

Gee, Krupke
are we to do?
Gee, Krupke
you!