Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Joey

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Poor
Joe *cheerio!*