Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Joey

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

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

I ruffle my feathers and have a good
at least half an hour trying to undo my catch
Not as though I want to be by an owl
I've got to fight this awful situation

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

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

I appreciate the of owning a pet
Speaking as a budgie, it's like Russian
I was bred for the purpose and I complain
I know you'll me when I sing this refrain

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

the Budgie, I'm a boy or a girl
I'm probably the most typical caged in the world
In Cranham or Hounslow I sit on my
Old Mother left me right in the lurch

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

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

(cheerio)