Luyện nghe bài hát In The Middle Of The Night

Nice man George, on the corner
Not rich, but never any poorer
Jaunty old George, a happy
Not very tall, but than me
He whistles tunes
As he saunters the street
in his legs and elastic in his feet

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

As as a breeze
With an arm of underwear
On his and knees
Dreams about the scare

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

But when darkness the town
And there's washing on line
Get your knickers
Before the sign

When the clock eight
And snuggled up in bed
He'll be at the gate
underwear with dread

Nice man George, newsagent on the
He was closed today, gone 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 from these

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

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