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 your of humour?)
Well, you're if you do,
And damned if you don't.

Bart!
Bart: Let me start at the start, then 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, let's move along,
You can all along at the sound of the gong.
(Sound of the gong)
Once upon a time, about a 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 kept buzzin', my head kept buzzin'.
the radio 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 what he said, but more 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.
if you don't, you're in deep, deep trouble.

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

Bart: So I'm in the yard, mowin' like crazy,
Sweatin' a pig and the sun is blazing.
in the driveway, getting in the car,
With Mom and Lisa, they're going real far.
The dad
Homer:
and I go Yo
He
You done yet?
and I go No.
So he
Homer: Oh! too slow.
Bart: So I step on the gas, to up the mow.
Didn't see sprinkler underneath that 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 they all start to 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 young the trouble.
Well, you're damned 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 soon as they're gone, I'm on the lawn,
Lookin' at the sky my sunshades on.
Now never ever claimed that I was a smarty,
But inspiration hits me, have a party.

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

We the fridge, dogs raided 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, bluesy of a saxophone.
They look at me, they go into a huddle.
Get this sensation I'm in deep, deep trouble.

Trouble.
D'oh.
Oh.
Bart!
Bart: Oh, a break.
Back: Deep, trouble.
Homer: Hey. What is
Back: Don't trouble.
Go to your room.
Oh yeah.
Marge: Bart, go to room.
Deep, deep trouble.
Marge: Go to room.
Okey, dokey.
Bart!

Bart: There's a little epilogue to my of sadness.
I was dragged down the by his Royal Dadness.
We the corner 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, nothing but stubble.
Man, I being in deep, deep trouble.

Trouble.
Bart: Well, you're if you do,
Trouble! Trouble!
Bart: Well, damned if you do,
Deep, deep trouble.
Bart: Well, damned if you do,
and you're if you don't.
Nothing but trouble.
Bart: Aw, on, man.
Well, you're if you do,
(What are we about?) Well, you're damned if you do,
Deep, deep trouble.
Bart: (Where's your of humour?)
Well, you're damned if you do, and you're if you don't.
Trouble.
Deep, trouble.
Ha ha ha, ha ha.
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