Luyện nghe bài hát In The Middle Of The Night

Nice man George, newsagent on the
Not very rich, but any poorer
old George, a happy sixty-three
Not tall, but healthier than me
He timeless tunes
As he saunters down the
in his legs and elastic in his feet

But in the of the night
He steals through your
Gives your hosiery a
And say pardon

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

Hello there George, on the corner
How's the old car, yes the climate's getting
Chatty old George as you get your morning
Read about the thief, underwear taker
Bids you "Good day", as you out the door
Never closes early, always cleans the

But when hits the town
And there's on your line
Get your knickers
Before the dreaded

When the strikes eight
And snuggled up in bed
be at the garden gate
Filling underwear with

Nice man George, newsagent on the
He was closed today, maybe to mow the lawn
I had to go further down the road to get me bun
"Hello that George on page one?"
No it be, but yes it is
Difficult to see these photofits

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

But gone away
to stay with some mates
He got the early
And saw his own