Luyện nghe bài hát Deep, Deep Trouble

Bart!
Marge: Go to room.
Yeah, right.

Well, damned if you do,
(What are we about?)
Well, you're if you do,
(Where's your of humour?)
Well, damned if you do,
And damned 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 ,
Then Simp, plus S-O-N, me!

Introductions aside, let's right along,
You can all along at the sound of the gong.
(Sound of the gong)
Once upon a time, about a 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 jive, put your nose 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 sense of humour, man?
Back: Deep, trouble.
And they go a little something this.

Bart: So I'm in the front yard, mowin' crazy,
Sweatin' a pig and the sun is blazing.
in the driveway, getting in the car,
With Mom and Lisa, they're going 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 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: is my thanks after working my butt off?
Homer revs the motor and they all 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.
The young begins the trouble.
Bart: Well, damned if you do,
I the answer. Well, you're damned if you do,
Deep, deep trouble.
Bart: Well, you're if you do,
And damned if you don't.

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

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

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

Everything's silent for my moan,
And the low, tone of a saxophone.
They at me, then they go into a huddle.
Get this sinking sensation I'm in 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.
Deep, deep trouble.
Marge: Go to room.
Okey, dokey.
Bart!

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

I said, Please Sir, just a off the top.
shaved me bare, gave me a lollipop.
So on my head, there's but stubble.
Man, I hate being in deep, trouble.

Trouble.
Bart: Well, you're if you do,
Trouble! Trouble!
Bart: Well, you're if you do,
Deep, deep trouble.
Bart: Well, you're if you do,
and damned 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,
Deep, deep trouble.
Bart: (Where's sense of humour?)
Well, you're damned if you do, and you're if you don't.
Trouble.
Deep, trouble.
Ha ha ha, ha ha.
Back: Deep, trouble