Luyện nghe bài hát Deep, Deep Trouble

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

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

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

Introductions aside, move right along,
You can all sing along at the of the gong.
(Sound of the gong)
upon a time, about a week ago,
All of a sudden, trouble 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 kept buzzin'.
Gave the 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 to protest, but Dad said
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: Where's your sense of humour,
Back: Deep, trouble.
And go a little something like this.

Bart: So I'm in the front yard, mowin' crazy,
Sweatin' 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
You done yet?
and I go No.
So he
Oh! You're too slow.
Bart: So I on the gas, to speed up the mow.
Didn't see that underneath that tree,
Wham! Ccchhh! Pssshh! on me!
I go Whoa, Homer
D'oh!
Now you go to the boatshow.

Bart: This is my thanks working my butt off?
Homer revs the motor and all start to putt 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.
Deep, deep trouble.
Marge: Go to room.
Bart!
Bart: Oh, a break.
The young begins the trouble.
Bart: Well, 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 as they're gone, I'm stretched on the lawn,
Lookin' at the sky my sunshades on.
Now never ever claimed that I was a smarty,
But inspiration hits me, lets a party.

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

We the fridge, dogs raided the trash,
I got a little when the windows 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, they go into a huddle.
Get this sensation I'm in deep, deep trouble.

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

Bart: There's a epilogue to my tale of sadness.
I was down the street by his Royal Dadness.
We rounded the and came to a stop,
me inside Jake's Barber Shop.

I said, Sir, just a little off the top.
Dude shaved me bare, me a lollipop.
So on my head, nothing but stubble.
Man, I hate being in deep, trouble.

Trouble.
Bart: Well, you're if you do,
Trouble! Trouble!
Bart: Well, you're if you do,
Deep, deep trouble.
Bart: Well, you're if you do,
and damned if you don't.
Back: but trouble.
Bart: Aw, on, man.
Well, you're 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 damned if you don't.
Trouble.
Deep, trouble.
Ha ha ha, ha ha.
Back: Deep, deep