Luyện nghe bài hát British Intelligence

British Intelligence, on your 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 when you're really
Too much is never enough, now fired

This is for the cold sold by the feet
Taxed by a man that I'm yet to
Pay an army, I'm hardly to speak
Memories in 93

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

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

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

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

The a selfish son
Travel down the inner to the
He's lurking, burning 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 finger scan

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

were still riding
Trying to a place where their not watching
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, and right up your back
And you just got sacked, now money's not free

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

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

British Intelligence, on your back
And they won't 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 you're really wired
Too much is enough, now you're fired