Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Joey

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

I ruffle my feathers and have a scratch
Spend at least an hour trying to undo my catch
Not as though I to be deleted by an owl
got to fight this awful situation somehow

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

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

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

Joey *she's a right bastard!*
Poor
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 caged in the world
In Cranham or I sit on my perch
Old Mother Nature's me right in the lurch

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

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

Poor
Joe *cheerio!*