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 start at the start, 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, let's right along,
You can all along at the sound of the gong.
(Sound of the gong)
Once 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 become an intrusion,
'Cause in land, I was cruisin'.
But the buzz buzzin', my head kept buzzin'.
Gave the radio a throw, and an explosion.
(Homer: D'oh!)
up my eyes, and to my surprise,
There Homer, and his temperature risin'.
I was chillin', he was yellin',
Face all distorted, he was propellin'.
It what 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 started to protest, but Dad
Homer: it.
Get up. Mow the lawn. it. On the double.
if you don't, you're in deep, deep trouble.

Trouble.
Deep, trouble.
Run trouble.
Bart: your sense of humour, man?
Deep, deep trouble.
And they go a little like 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, they're going real far.
The dad
Homer:
and I go Yo
He
Homer: You yet?
and I go No.
So he
Oh! You're too slow.
Bart: So I step on the gas, to up the mow.
Didn't see sprinkler 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 after my butt off?
Homer revs the motor and they all to putt off.
Soaked to the bone, in a puddle,
needs 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.
The young begins the trouble.
Bart: Well, damned if you do,
I know the answer. Well, damned if you do,
Back: 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 I've ever claimed that I was a smarty,
But hits me, lets have a party.

Called up my posse, they here in a flash,
They brought all pals, we started 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 when 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, tone of a saxophone.
They look at me, they go into a huddle.
Get this sinking sensation I'm in deep, trouble.

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

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

I said, Please Sir, a little off the top.
shaved me bare, gave me a lollipop.
So on my head, there's but stubble.
Man, I hate being in deep, trouble.

Trouble.
Bart: Well, you're if you do,
Trouble! Trouble!
Bart: Well, damned if you do,
Deep, deep trouble.
Bart: Well, you're 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, you're 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, deep