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 Cranham or Hounslow I sit on my
Old Mother Nature's left me 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 my head
I think of creative instead

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Poor
Joe *cheerio!*