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, you're if you do,
(Where's your of humour?)
Well, you're if you do,
And you're 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)
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 buzz kept buzzin', my head 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 what he said, but of his tone,
The jive, put your nose to the grindstone.
I said "I'm real sorry" but 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, you're in deep, trouble.

Trouble.
Deep, trouble.
Run trouble.
Bart: Where's your of humour, man?
Deep, deep trouble.
And they go a little 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 they're going far.
The dad
Bart
and I go Yo
He
You done yet?
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 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 and they all start to putt off.
to the bone, standing in a puddle,
No-one needs to 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, you're if you do,
I the answer. Well, you're 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.

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 kids and I'm all alone.

Everything's silent 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.
Go to your room.
Oh yeah.
Marge: Bart, go to room.
Back: Deep, trouble.
Go to your 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 corner and to a stop,
Threw me Jake's Barber Shop.

I said, Please Sir, just a off the top.
shaved 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.
Bart: Well, you're 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