Luyện nghe bài hát British Intelligence

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

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

This is for the cold concrete by the feet
Taxed by a man I'm yet to meet
Pay an army, I'm ready to speak
Memories in 93

And [Incomprehensible] round last week
And me she's sick and tired of women

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

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

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

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

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

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

While the boys from old
Work fingers to the bone for the minimum
Man, I was calling a friend
Trying to claim on the money I lent

While were still
Trying to find a where their not watching
Called her up
cards and camera men

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

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

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

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

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