Luyện nghe bài hát British Intelligence

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

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

This is for the cold concrete sold by the
Taxed by a man I'm yet to meet
Pay an army, I'm hardly ready to
start in 93

And [Incomprehensible] came round week
And told me she's and tired of women

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

While still riding
Trying to find a place where not watching
her up in the end
To apologize for being so and stubborn

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

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

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

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

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

While were riding
Trying to find a place where their not
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 your
And you got sacked, now your money's not free

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

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

British Intelligence, on your back
And they won't no one so they won't catch 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 when you're wired
Too much is never enough, now fired