Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Joey

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

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

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

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

How the hell 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 to mutter something obscene

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

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

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

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

Joey
Joe
Poor
Joe
Poor Joey a pretty boy then?*
Joe *hello!*

Poor
Joe *cheerio!*