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 happy
Not tall, but healthier than me
He whistles timeless
As he saunters down the
in his legs and elastic in his feet

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

As soft as a
With an arm full of
On his hands and
Dreams about the scare

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

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

When the clock eight
And you're up in bed
be at the garden gate
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 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 called him on the
They've knocked on his

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