Luyện nghe bài hát British Intelligence

British Intelligence, they're on back
And won't 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 fired

This is for the cold sold 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] came last week
And told me she's sick and of women

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

While still riding
to find a place where they're not watching
her up in the end
To for being so drunk and stubborn

British Intelligence, they're on back
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 three to the four when really wired
Too much is never enough, now you're

The a selfish son
Travel the inner to the suburban
He's lurking, burning 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
a BCG and a finger print scan

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

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

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

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

British Intelligence, they're on 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