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

Bart!
Bart: Let me start at the start, 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, 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, started to grow.
was buzzin', I was snoozin',
S'posed to get up now, but I was
To let become an intrusion,
in dreamy-dream land, I was cruisin'.
But the buzz buzzin', my head kept buzzin'.
Gave the radio a throw, and 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 what he said, but more of his tone,
The usual jive, put nose to the grindstone.
I said "I'm real sorry" but didn't cut it,
I to protest, but Dad said
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: your sense of humour, man?
Back: Deep, trouble.
And they go a little like this.

Bart: So I'm in the yard, mowin' like 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 sprinkler 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.
Soaked to the bone, in a puddle,
needs to tell me I'm in deep, 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.
Well, you're damned if you do,
I know the answer. Well, you're 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.

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

We raided the fridge, dogs the trash,
I got a little worried the windows 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 sensation I'm in deep, trouble.

Trouble.
D'oh.
Oh.
Bart!
Bart: Oh, a break.
Back: Deep, trouble.
Homer: Hey. What is
Back: keep trouble.
Marge: Go to room.
Oh yeah.
Marge: Bart, go to room.
Back: Deep, trouble.
Marge: Go to room.
Okey, dokey.
Bart!

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

I said, Please Sir, a little 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, damned 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.
Back: but trouble.
Aw, come on, man.
Well, damned if you do,
(What are we talking about?) Well, damned 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