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, you're 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.
Bart, with an art, and a capital be ,
Then Simp, plus S-O-N, me!

aside, let's move right along,
You can all along at the sound of the gong.
(Sound of the gong)
Once upon a time, 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,
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 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 that cut it,
I started to protest, but Dad
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: 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 going real far.
The dad
Homer:
and I go Yo
He
You done yet?
and I go No.
So he
Homer: Oh! too slow.
So I step on the gas, to speed up the mow.
Didn't see that sprinkler underneath tree,
Wham! Ccchhh! Pssshh! on me!
I go Whoa, goes
D'oh!
Now you go to the boatshow.

This is my thanks after working my butt off?
Homer revs the motor and all start to putt off.
Soaked to the bone, 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.
Back: Deep, trouble.
Go to your room.
Bart!
Bart: Oh, a break.
Back: The begins the trouble.
Well, you're 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,
Lookin' at the sky with my on.
Now I've never claimed that I was a smarty,
But inspiration hits me, lets a party.

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

We raided the fridge, dogs 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.

Everything's silent for my moan,
And the low, tone of a saxophone.
look 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. is this?
Back: Don't 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 down the street by his Royal Dadness.
We the corner and came to a stop,
me inside 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 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.
Aw, come on, man.
Well, you're 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, deep