Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Joey

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

This is my first I ponder and peck
I look in the and I shit on the deck
I try to fly, I my head
I think of something instead

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

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

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

I appreciate the of owning a pet
Speaking as a budgie, it's like Russian
I was for the purpose and I shouldn't complain
I know you'll forgive me when I this refrain

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

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

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

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

(cheerio)