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, 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 name is Simpson, J.
That's Bart, an art, and a capital 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 a time, about 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 become 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 stood Homer, and his risin'.
I was chillin', he was yellin',
all distorted, 'cause 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 real sorry" but didn't cut it,
I started to protest, but Dad
Homer: 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: 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, hope they're going far.
The dad
Bart
and I go Yo
He
You done yet?
and I go No.
So he
Homer: Oh! too slow.
So I step on the gas, to speed 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.

This is my thanks 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 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 young the trouble.
Bart: Well, 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 you're 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 hits me, lets have a party.

Called up my posse, were 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 the fridge, dogs raided the trash,
I got a little when the windows got smashed.
The thing you know, Mom and Dad are home,
The disappear 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 sensation I'm in deep, deep trouble.

Trouble.
D'oh.
Oh.
Bart!
Bart: Oh, a break.
Back: 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 dragged down the by his Royal Dadness.
We rounded the and came to a stop,
me inside Jake's Barber Shop.

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

Trouble.
Bart: Well, damned if you do,
Trouble! Trouble!
Bart: Well, damned if you do,
Back: Deep, trouble.
Well, you're 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, damned if you do,
Back: 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