Luyện nghe bài hát Pigeons

Who put fifty tons of shit on the foreign office
Who suffers from known diseases?
Who gets up in the mornin' the sun comes up
And their beds, paper clips, bus tickets
All their heads?

Who congregate around Trafalgar
Taking pot at the tourists?
Oh got to watch out
When you 'round the square in the mornin'
they're everywhere, they're everywhere

Here we have an man
A civil to boot
He lived up in the ministry
And when he wished to make a
He knew just to do
His window ledges all covered in grease
"I want out of here"

He to me, "I want them gone"
Because you see, oh you see
None of us are any younger
You've got to follow your
And if it tells you that got to go
that's because
They're everywhere, they're

So we in those men, those horrible men
We set them to on the rooftops
You see their van is plain
And I know they're too
To wear by appointment badges anymore

they use Vaseline, sometimes they use the pill
I've seen them with a gun
But as the years go by, old seem to die
And they knockatize them all
Oh you've got to out
As you wander the square in the mornin'
Oh they're everywhere, they're