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 sense of humour?)
Well, damned if you do,
And you're 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 ,
Simp, plus S-O-N, that's me!

Introductions aside, move right along,
You can all sing at the sound 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,
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 Homer, and his temperature risin'.
I was chillin', he was yellin',
all distorted, 'cause he was propellin'.
It wasn't he said, but more of his tone,
The usual jive, put your to the grindstone.
I said "I'm real sorry" but that 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: Where's 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, hope they're going far.
The dad
Homer:
and I go Yo
He
Homer: You done
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 that underneath that tree,
Wham! Ccchhh! Pssshh! on me!
I go Whoa, goes
D'oh!
Now you go to the boatshow.

Bart: This is my thanks after working my butt
revs the motor and they all start to putt off.
Soaked to the bone, in a puddle,
No-one needs to tell me I'm in 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.
Back: The begins the trouble.
Bart: Well, damned if you do,
I the answer. Well, you're damned if you do,
Deep, 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,
brought 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 worried the windows got smashed.
The thing 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.
They look at me, then go into a huddle.
Get this sinking 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.
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 down 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.
shaved 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, you're 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, damned if you do,
(What are we talking about?) Well, damned if you do,
Back: Deep, trouble.
Bart: (Where's 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