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 tall, but healthier than me
He whistles timeless
As he saunters down the
in his legs and elastic in his feet

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

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

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

But when darkness the town
And washing on your line
Get your knickers
the dreaded sign

When the strikes eight
And you're up in bed
He'll be at the gate
underwear with dread

Nice man George, 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
to see from these photofits

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

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