Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Joey

I'm the Budgie, I'm a boy or a girl
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 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 ruffle my and have a good scratch
Spend at half an hour trying to undo my catch
Not as though I to be deleted by an owl
I've got to fight this awful somehow

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

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

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

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

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 Mother Nature's me right in the lurch

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

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

Poor
Joe *cheerio!*