Luyện nghe bài hát British Intelligence

British Intelligence, they're on your
And they catch no one so they won't catch me
Three, fours and right up back
And you just got sacked, now your not free

time has never won enough
And to the four when you're really wired
Too much is never enough, now you're

This is for the concrete sold by the feet
by a man that I'm yet to meet
Pay an army, I'm ready to speak
start in 93

And came round last week
And told me she's sick and of women

I'm still traveling delayed in the rain on a Monday morning
Watched by surveillance teams business men live out their
And sleep with
In stockrooms flowed with coffee and machines

we're still riding
Trying to find a place where they're not
her up in the end
To apologize for being so and stubborn

Intelligence, they're on your back
And they catch no one so they won't catch me
Three, and right up your back
And you just got sacked, now your money's not

time has never won enough
And three to the when you're really wired
Too much is enough, now you're fired

The a selfish son
down the inner to the suburban
He's lurking, cigarettes on
We'll be on the bar that his lover in

And, and a lay in the end
Jessie from the west marry up quick
Get lost in the
With a BCG and a finger scan

the boys from old Poland
Work fingers to the bone for the minimum
Man, I was outside calling a
Trying to save on the money I lent

While still riding
to find a place where their not watching
Called her up
Identity cards and men

British Intelligence, they're on your
And they won't catch no one so they catch me
Three, fours and right up back
And you just got sacked, now your not free

time has never won enough
And to the four when you're really wired
Too much is never enough, now fired

He said Suzie, would you lose me in
He Suzie, let's move on the double
we, please get him in trouble?
He said could we, we get him in trouble?
So would you, should we get him in trouble?
Three weeks down and now you've burst

British Intelligence, on your back
And they won't catch no one so they catch me
Three, fours and right up back
And you got sacked, now your money's not free

Taking time has never won
And to the four when you're really wired
Too much is never enough, now fired