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 or Hounslow I sit on my perch
Old Mother Nature's left me right in the

This is my routine: I ponder and peck
I look in the mirror and I shit on the
I try to fly, I my head
I think of creative instead

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

Poor Joey *who's a boy then?*
Poor
Joe
Poor
A bundle of joy
Joey *hello!*

How the hell does she expect me to speak
With half a ton of stuck in my beak?
I go into a moody, disdainfully
I'm just to upset to something obscene

I the difficulties of owning a pet
Speaking as a budgie, like Russian Roulette
I was bred for the and I shouldn't complain
I know forgive me when I sing this refrain

Joey *she's a right bastard!*
Poor
Joe
Poor
Christmas they try to get me plastered
Poor *hello!*

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

Poor Joey *who's a boy then?*
Poor
Joe
Poor
A bundle of joy
Poor *hello!*

Poor
Joe
Poor
Joe
Poor Joey *who's a boy then?*
Joe *hello!*

Poor
Joe *cheerio!*