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, you're if you do,
And you're if you don't.

Bart!
Bart: Let me start at the start, then it away.
My name is Simpson, J.
Bart, with an art, and a capital be ,
Then Simp, plus S-O-N, me!

Introductions aside, let's move 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, 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 what he said, but of his tone,
The usual jive, put your to the grindstone.
I said "I'm real sorry" but didn't cut it,
I started to protest, but Dad
Shut 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 something 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
Bart
and I go Yo
He
You done yet?
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 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 motor and they all start to off.
Soaked to the bone, in a puddle,
needs to tell 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.
Back: The begins 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 gone, I'm stretched on the lawn,
Lookin' at the sky my sunshades on.
Now I've never ever claimed I was a smarty,
But inspiration hits me, have a party.

Called up my posse, they here in a flash,
They brought all pals, we started to thrash.
There was and stomping, an occasional crash,
A fight 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 disappear 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 sinking sensation I'm in deep, trouble.

Trouble.
D'oh.
Oh.
Bart!
Bart: Oh, a break.
Back: Deep, trouble.
Homer: Hey. is this?
Back: keep trouble.
Go to your room.
Oh yeah.
Marge: Bart, go to room.
Deep, deep trouble.
Marge: Go to room.
Okey, dokey.
Bart!

Bart: a little epilogue to my tale of sadness.
I was dragged down the street by his Dadness.
We rounded the and came to a stop,
Threw me inside 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 being in deep, deep trouble.

Trouble.
Bart: Well, damned if you do,
Trouble! Trouble!
Bart: Well, you're if you do,
Back: Deep, trouble.
Bart: Well, you're 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 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