Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Joey

I'm 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

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

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

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

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

I the difficulties of owning a pet
Speaking as a budgie, like Russian Roulette
I was bred for the purpose and I complain
I know forgive me when I sing this refrain

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

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 Nature's left me right in the lurch

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

Joey
Joe
Poor
Joe
Poor Joey *who's a pretty boy
Joe *hello!*

Poor
Joe *cheerio!*