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, you're if you do,
And damned if you don't.

Bart!
Bart: Let me start at the start, take it away.
My is Simpson, Bartholemew J.
That's Bart, with an art, and a be ,
Then Simp, plus S-O-N, 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, a week 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,
'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',
Face all distorted, he was propellin'.
It wasn't what he said, but of his tone,
The usual jive, put your to the grindstone.
I said "I'm real sorry" but 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, in deep, deep trouble.

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

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

Bart: This is my thanks after working my butt
Homer revs the motor and 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.
Back: Deep, trouble.
Marge: Go to room.
Bart!
Bart: Oh, a break.
Back: The young the trouble.
Bart: Well, you're 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 with my on.
Now I've ever claimed that I was a smarty,
But inspiration me, lets have a party.

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

We raided the fridge, dogs 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, tone of a saxophone.
They at me, then 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
Back: Don't trouble.
Marge: Go to 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 rounded the and came to a stop,
Threw me Jake's Barber Shop.

I said, Sir, just 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,
Back: Deep, trouble.
Well, you're damned if you do,
and you're if you don't.
Nothing but trouble.
Bart: Aw, on, man.
Well, damned 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