Luyện nghe bài hát Deep, Deep Trouble

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

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

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

Introductions aside, let's 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 kept buzzin', my head kept buzzin'.
Gave the a throw, and heard an explosion.
(Homer: D'oh!)
up my eyes, and to my surprise,
There Homer, and his temperature 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 said "I'm real sorry" but that cut it,
I started to protest, but Dad
Shut 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 sense of humour, man?
Back: Deep, trouble.
And they go a little something 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 real far.
The dad
Homer:
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 underneath tree,
Wham! Ccchhh! Pssshh! on me!
I go Whoa, goes
D'oh!
Now you go to the boatshow.

Bart: This is my after working my butt off?
Homer the motor and they 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 soon as 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, have a party.

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

We raided the fridge, raided the trash,
I got a little worried the windows got smashed.
The next you know, Mom and Dad are home,
The disappear 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 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.
Marge: Go to room.
Oh yeah.
Marge: Bart, go to room.
Back: Deep, trouble.
Marge: Go to room.
Okey, dokey.
Bart!

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

I said, Please Sir, a little off the top.
Dude me bare, gave me a lollipop.
So on my head, there's 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, damned if you do,
and you're 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,
Back: Deep, trouble.
Bart: (Where's sense of humour?)
Well, you're if you do, and you're damned if you don't.
Trouble.
Deep, trouble.
Ha ha ha, ha ha.
Back: Deep, deep