Luyện nghe bài hát British Intelligence

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

Taking has never won enough
And three to the four when 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 hardly ready to
Memories in 93

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

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

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

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

Taking time has won enough
And three to the four when you're wired
Too much is enough, now you're fired

The 501's a son
Travel the inner to the suburban
lurking, burning cigarettes on
We'll be on the bar that his works 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 outside calling a
Trying to save claim on the I lent

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

British Intelligence, 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 not free

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

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

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

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