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, take it away.
My is Simpson, Bartholemew J.
Bart, with an art, and a capital be ,
Then Simp, plus S-O-N, me!

Introductions aside, move right along,
You can all sing at the sound of the gong.
(Sound of the gong)
Once 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 reality 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 wasn't 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 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: Where's your sense of humour,
Back: Deep, trouble.
And they go a little like this.

Bart: So I'm in the front yard, like crazy,
Sweatin' a pig and the sun is blazing.
in the driveway, getting in the car,
With Mom and Lisa, hope they're real far.
The dad
Homer:
and I go Yo
He
Homer: You done
and I go No.
So he
Homer: Oh! too slow.
Bart: So I on the gas, to speed up the mow.
Didn't see that sprinkler underneath 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 revs the and they all start to putt off.
to the bone, standing 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 young the trouble.
Bart: Well, you're if you do,
I know the answer. Well, damned if you do,
Back: Deep, trouble.
Well, you're damned if you do,
And damned if you don't.

As as they're 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 hits me, lets have a party.

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

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

Everything's except for my moan,
And the low, tone 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: Don't 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 little epilogue to my of sadness.
I was dragged down the street by his Dadness.
We rounded the corner and to a stop,
Threw me inside 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 being 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, damned if you do,
and damned if you don't.
Nothing but trouble.
Bart: Aw, on, man.
Well, you're if you do,
(What are we talking about?) Well, you're 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, deep