Luyện nghe bài hát In The Middle Of The Night

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

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

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

Hello George, newsagent on the corner
How's the old car, yes the getting warmer
Chatty old George as you get your morning
Read about the knicker thief, taker
Bids you "Good day", as you wander out the
Never closes early, cleans the floor

But when darkness hits the
And there's washing on your
Get your knickers
Before the dreaded

the clock strikes eight
And you're up in bed
He'll be at the garden
Filling with dread

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

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

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