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, you're if you do,
(Where's sense of humour?)
Well, damned if you do,
And damned 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, S-O-N, that's me!

Introductions aside, let's right along,
You can all sing along at the of the gong.
(Sound of the gong)
Once upon a time, about a 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 head 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',
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 sorry" but that didn't cut it,
I started to protest, but Dad
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 sense of humour,
Deep, deep trouble.
And go a little something like this.

Bart: So I'm in the yard, mowin' like crazy,
Sweatin' a pig and the sun is blazing.
Homer's in the driveway, in the car,
With Mom and Lisa, hope they're real far.
The dad
Bart
and I go Yo
He
Homer: You yet?
and I go No.
So he
Homer: Oh! 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 thanks 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.
Back: The begins the trouble.
Bart: Well, you're if you do,
I know the answer. Well, damned if you do,
Back: Deep, trouble.
Bart: Well, you're if you do,
And you're if you don't.

As soon as they're gone, I'm on the lawn,
Lookin' at the sky my sunshades on.
Now I've never claimed that 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.
was romping and stomping, an occasional crash,
A fist fight or two, and for cash.

We raided the fridge, dogs the trash,
I got a little worried when the got smashed.
The next you know, Mom and Dad are home,
The disappear 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 this sinking I'm in deep, deep trouble.

Trouble.
D'oh.
Oh.
Bart!
Bart: Oh, a break.
Back: Deep, trouble.
Hey. What is this?
Back: Don't 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 epilogue to my of sadness.
I was dragged the street by his Royal Dadness.
We rounded the and came to a stop,
Threw me inside 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, you're if you do,
Trouble! Trouble!
Bart: Well, damned if you do,
Deep, deep trouble.
Bart: Well, damned if you do,
and you're if you don't.
Back: but trouble.
Bart: Aw, on, man.
Well, damned if you do,
(What are we talking about?) Well, you're if you do,
Back: Deep, trouble.
Bart: (Where's your 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