Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Joey

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

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

I my feathers and have a good scratch
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 awful situation somehow

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

How the ruddy hell she expect me to speak
With half a ton of cuttlefish stuck in my
I go into a moody, preen
I'm just to upset to something obscene

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

Poor Joey a right bastard!*
Joey
Joe
Poor
Every Christmas they try to get me
Poor *hello!*

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

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

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

Poor
Joe *cheerio!*