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 is Simpson, Bartholemew 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)
Once upon a time, about a 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 head buzzin'.
Gave the radio a throw, and 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 what he said, but more of his tone,
The usual jive, put nose to the grindstone.
I "I'm real sorry" but that didn't cut it,
I to protest, but Dad said
Shut it.
Get up. Mow the lawn. it. On the double.
'Cause if you don't, in deep, deep trouble.

Trouble.
Deep, trouble.
Run trouble.
Bart: Where's your sense of humour,
Deep, deep trouble.
And they go a something like this.

Bart: So I'm in the front yard, like crazy,
like a pig and the sun is blazing.
Homer's in the driveway, in the car,
Mom and Lisa, hope they're going real far.
The dad
Bart
and I go Yo
He
Homer: You done
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 sprinkler 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 butt
Homer the motor and they all start to putt off.
to the bone, standing in a puddle,
No-one to tell me I'm in deep, 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.
Back: The young the trouble.
Well, you're damned if you do,
I the answer. Well, you're damned if you do,
Deep, deep trouble.
Bart: Well, you're if you do,
And you're if you don't.

As soon as they're gone, I'm on the lawn,
at the sky with my sunshades on.
Now never ever claimed that I was a smarty,
But hits me, lets have a party.

Called up my posse, they were in a flash,
They brought all pals, we started to thrash.
There was romping and stomping, an crash,
A fight or two, and Nintendo 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: keep trouble.
Go to your room.
Oh yeah.
Marge: Bart, go to room.
Deep, 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, Sir, just a little off the top.
Dude shaved me bare, me a lollipop.
So on my head, nothing but stubble.
Man, I being in deep, deep trouble.

Trouble.
Bart: Well, damned if you do,
Trouble! Trouble!
Bart: Well, damned if you do,
Back: Deep, trouble.
Bart: Well, damned if you do,
and you're if you don't.
Nothing but trouble.
Bart: Aw, on, man.
Well, you're if you do,
(What are we about?) Well, you're damned if you do,
Back: Deep, trouble.
(Where's your sense of humour?)
Well, damned if you do, and you're damned if you don't.
Trouble.
Deep, trouble.
Ha ha ha, ha ha.
Back: Deep, trouble