Luyện nghe bài hát In The Middle Of The Night

Nice man George, on the corner
Not rich, but never any poorer
Jaunty old George, a sixty-three
Not very tall, but than me
He whistles timeless
As he saunters down the
Springs in his legs and elastic in his

But in the middle of the
He steals through garden
Gives your a fright
And say pardon

As as a breeze
With an arm of underwear
On his hands and
about the knicker scare

Hello George, newsagent on the corner
How's the old car, yes the climate's warmer
Chatty old as you get your morning paper
Read about the knicker thief, underwear
you "Good day", as you wander out the door
Never early, always cleans the floor

But darkness hits the town
And washing on your line
Get your down
Before the dreaded

When the strikes eight
And snuggled up in bed
He'll be at the gate
Filling with dread

man George, newsagent on the corner
He was closed today, gone to mow the lawn
I had to go further down the to get me current bun
"Hello isn't George on page one?"
No it be, but yes it is
Difficult to see from photofits

But they are him
Of you can be sure
called him on the phone
They've knocked on his

But he's gone
Gone to stay with some
He got the early
And saw his own