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 sense of humour?)
Well, damned if you do,
And you're if you don't.

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

aside, let's 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, started to grow.
was buzzin', I was snoozin',
S'posed to get up now, but I was
To let become an intrusion,
in dreamy-dream land, I was cruisin'.
But the buzz 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 nose to the grindstone.
I said "I'm real sorry" but that cut it,
I started to protest, but Dad
Homer: 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 go a little something like this.

So I'm in the front yard, mowin' like crazy,
Sweatin' a pig and the sun is blazing.
Homer's in the driveway, in the car,
With Mom and Lisa, hope 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 underneath that tree,
Wham! Ccchhh! Pssshh! on me!
I go Whoa, Homer
D'oh!
Now you go to the boatshow.

Bart: This is my after working my butt off?
Homer revs the and they all start to putt off.
Soaked to the bone, 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.
Back: Deep, trouble.
Go to your room.
Bart!
Bart: Oh, a break.
Back: The young the trouble.
Well, you're damned if you do,
I know the answer. Well, 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 their pals, we to thrash.
There was and stomping, an occasional crash,
A fist or two, and Nintendo for cash.

We raided the fridge, raided the trash,
I got a little worried when the got smashed.
The thing 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 at me, then they go into a huddle.
Get this sinking I'm in deep, deep trouble.

Trouble.
D'oh.
Oh.
Bart!
Bart: Oh, a break.
Deep, deep trouble.
Homer: Hey. What is
Back: Don't 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 dragged the street by his Royal Dadness.
We rounded the and came to a stop,
Threw me Jake's Barber Shop.

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

Trouble.
Bart: Well, you're if you do,
Trouble! Trouble!
Bart: Well, you're if you do,
Deep, deep trouble.
Bart: Well, damned if you do,
and damned if you don't.
Nothing but trouble.
Bart: Aw, on, man.
Well, damned 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, trouble