Luyện nghe bài hát Deep, Deep Trouble

Bart!
Marge: Go to room.
Yeah, right.

Well, damned 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.
That's Bart, with an art, and a be ,
Then Simp, plus S-O-N, me!

Introductions aside, let's 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 reality an intrusion,
'Cause in land, I was cruisin'.
But the kept buzzin', my head kept buzzin'.
Gave the radio a throw, and an explosion.
(Homer: D'oh!)
up my eyes, and to my surprise,
There stood Homer, and his risin'.
I was chillin', he was yellin',
Face all distorted, he was propellin'.
It wasn't 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 to protest, but Dad said
Homer: 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.
Where's your sense of humour, man?
Back: Deep, trouble.
And they go a little something 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
Homer: You 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 sprinkler underneath that tree,
Wham! Ccchhh! Pssshh! on me!
I go Whoa, Homer
D'oh!
Now you go to the boatshow.

This is my thanks after working my butt off?
Homer 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.
Back: Deep, trouble.
Marge: Go to room.
Bart!
Bart: Oh, a break.
Back: The begins the trouble.
Well, you're damned if you do,
I know the answer. Well, 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,
at the sky with my sunshades on.
Now never ever claimed that I was a smarty,
But inspiration hits me, have a party.

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

We the fridge, dogs raided the trash,
I got a little worried the windows got smashed.
The next you know, Mom and Dad are home,
The kids and I'm all alone.

Everything's except for my moan,
And the low, bluesy of a saxophone.
look at me, then they 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.
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 to my tale of sadness.
I was down the street by his Royal Dadness.
We the corner and came to a stop,
Threw me Jake's Barber Shop.

I said, Please Sir, a little off the top.
shaved me bare, gave me a lollipop.
So on my head, nothing but stubble.
Man, I hate in deep, deep trouble.

Trouble.
Bart: Well, you're 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, you're damned if you do, and damned if you don't.
Trouble.
Deep, trouble.
Ha ha ha, ha ha.
Back: Deep, deep