Luyện nghe bài hát In The Middle Of The Night

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

But in the of the night
He steals your garden
Gives your a fright
And doesn't say

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

Hello George, newsagent on the corner
How's the old car, yes the climate's warmer
Chatty old as you get your morning paper
about the knicker thief, underwear taker
Bids you "Good day", as you out the door
closes early, always cleans the floor

But darkness hits the town
And there's on your line
Get your down
the dreaded sign

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

Nice man George, on the corner
He was closed today, maybe gone to mow the
I had to go further the road to get me current bun
"Hello isn't that George on one?"
No it be, but yes it is
Difficult to see these photofits

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

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