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

Bart!
Bart: Let me at the start, then take it away.
My is Simpson, Bartholemew J.
That's Bart, 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 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 buzz kept buzzin', my kept buzzin'.
the radio a throw, and heard 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 usual jive, put nose to the grindstone.
I said "I'm sorry" but that didn't cut it,
I started to protest, but Dad
Shut 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 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, they're 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.
see that 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.
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 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 damned if you don't.

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

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

We the fridge, dogs raided the trash,
I got a little worried the windows got smashed.
The thing 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.
They look at me, they go into a huddle.
Get sinking sensation I'm in deep, deep trouble.

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

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

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

Trouble.
Bart: Well, you're if you do,
Trouble! Trouble!
Bart: Well, damned if you do,
Deep, deep trouble.
Bart: Well, you're 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, damned if you do,
Back: Deep, trouble.
(Where's your 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, trouble