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 is Simpson, Bartholemew J.
That's Bart, with an art, and a be ,
Then Simp, S-O-N, that's me!

Introductions aside, let's move 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 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',
Face all distorted, he was propellin'.
It what he said, but more of his tone,
The usual jive, put your 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.
if you don't, you're in deep, deep trouble.

Trouble.
Deep, trouble.
Run trouble.
Bart: Where's your 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,
Mom and Lisa, hope they're going real far.
The dad
Homer:
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 underneath that tree,
Wham! Ccchhh! Pssshh! on me!
I go Whoa, Homer
D'oh!
Now you go to the boatshow.

Bart: is my thanks 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.
Back: Deep, trouble.
Marge: Go to room.
Bart!
Bart: Oh, a break.
The young begins the trouble.
Bart: Well, you're 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 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 inspiration me, lets have a party.

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

We the fridge, dogs raided the trash,
I got a worried 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 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. What is
Don't keep trouble.
Marge: Go to 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 down the street by his Royal Dadness.
We the corner and came to a stop,
me inside Jake's Barber Shop.

I said, Please Sir, just a 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, 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, you're if you do,
(What are we talking about?) Well, you're if you do,
Back: Deep, trouble.
Bart: (Where's your of humour?)
Well, you're if you do, and you're damned if you don't.
Trouble.
Deep, trouble.
Ha ha ha, ha ha.
Back: Deep, trouble