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, damned if you do,
(Where's your of humour?)
Well, damned 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.
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 along at the sound of the gong.
(Sound of the gong)
upon a time, about 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 radio a throw, and 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 jive, put your nose 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.
'Cause if you don't, you're in deep, trouble.

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

So I'm in the front yard, mowin' like crazy,
Sweatin' a pig and the sun is blazing.
Homer's in the driveway, in the car,
Mom and Lisa, hope they're going real far.
The dad
Bart
and I go Yo
He
Homer: You yet?
and I go No.
So he
Oh! You're too slow.
Bart: So I on the gas, to speed 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.

Bart: This is my after working my butt off?
Homer the motor and they all start to putt off.
to the bone, standing in a puddle,
No-one 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.
Bart: Well, damned if you do,
I know the answer. Well, you're if you do,
Back: Deep, trouble.
Bart: Well, you're if you do,
And you're if you don't.

As soon as gone, I'm stretched on the lawn,
at the sky with my sunshades on.
Now I've never ever claimed I was a smarty,
But inspiration hits me, lets a party.

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

We raided the fridge, raided the trash,
I got a little worried when the 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, tone of a saxophone.
They at me, then 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. is this?
Don't keep trouble.
Marge: Go to room.
Oh yeah.
Marge: Bart, go to room.
Back: Deep, trouble.
Go to your room.
Okey, dokey.
Bart!

Bart: There's a epilogue to my tale of sadness.
I was dragged the street by his Royal Dadness.
We rounded the and came to a stop,
Threw me Jake's Barber Shop.

I said, Please Sir, a little off the top.
Dude shaved me bare, 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, 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, damned if you do,
(What are we about?) Well, you're damned if you do,
Back: Deep, trouble.
Bart: (Where's your 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