Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Joey

I'm Joey the Budgie, I'm a boy or a
I'm probably the most typical caged bird in the
In Cranham or Hounslow I sit on my
Old Nature's left me right in the lurch

This is my routine: first I and peck
I in the mirror and I shit on the deck
I try to fly, I bang my
I think of something creative

I ruffle my feathers and a good scratch
Spend at least half an trying to undo my catch
Not as I want to be deleted by an owl
I've got to fight awful situation somehow

Poor Joey (who's a boy then?)
Joey
Joe
Poor
A bundle of joy
Poor (hello)

How the ruddy hell does she expect me to
half a ton of cuttlefish stuck in my beak?
I go into a moody, preen
And to upset her, mutter something obscene

I appreciate the difficulties of a pet
Speaking as a budgie, like Russian Roulette
I was bred for the purpose and I shouldn't
I know you'll forgive me when I this refrain

Joey (everyone's a bastard)
Poor
Joe
Poor
Christmas they try and get me plastered
Poor (hello)

Joey the Budgie, I'm a boy or a
I'm probably the most typical caged bird in the
In or Hounslow I sit on my perch
Old Mother Nature's me right in the lurch

Poor Joey (who's a boy then?)
Joey
Joe
Poor
A of joy then
Joey (hello)

Poor
Joe
Poor
Joe
Poor Joey (who's a boy then?)
Joe (hello)
Poor
Joe

(cheerio)