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 sense 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.
Bart, with an art, and a capital be ,
Then Simp, S-O-N, that's me!

aside, let's move right along,
You can all sing at the sound of the gong.
(Sound of the gong)
upon a time, about 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,
in dreamy-dream land, I was cruisin'.
But the buzz kept buzzin', my kept buzzin'.
Gave the a throw, and heard an explosion.
(Homer: D'oh!)
up my eyes, and to my surprise,
There stood Homer, and his risin'.
I was chillin', he was yellin',
all distorted, 'cause he was propellin'.
It what he said, but more of his tone,
The jive, put your nose to the grindstone.
I said "I'm real sorry" but didn't 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: your sense of humour, man?
Back: Deep, trouble.
And they go a little like this.

Bart: So I'm in the front yard, mowin' 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
Bart
and I go Yo
He
Homer: You 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 that sprinkler that tree,
Wham! Ccchhh! Pssshh! on me!
I go Whoa, goes
D'oh!
Now you go to the boatshow.

Bart: This is my thanks working my butt off?
Homer revs the and they 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.
Go to your 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,
Back: Deep, trouble.
Well, you're damned if you do,
And damned if you don't.

As soon as they're gone, I'm on the lawn,
at the sky with my sunshades on.
Now I've never ever 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.
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 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 sinking sensation I'm in deep, deep trouble.

Trouble.
D'oh.
Oh.
Bart!
Oh, gimme a break.
Back: Deep, trouble.
Homer: Hey. is this?
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 little to my tale of sadness.
I was dragged down the street by his Dadness.
We rounded the and came to a stop,
me inside Jake's Barber Shop.

I said, Please Sir, a little off the top.
Dude me bare, gave me a lollipop.
So on my head, nothing 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 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.
(Where's your sense of humour?)
Well, you're damned if you do, and damned if you don't.
Trouble.
Deep, trouble.
Ha ha ha, ha ha.
Back: Deep, trouble