Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Joey

I'm 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 Mother left me right in the lurch

This is my routine: first I and peck
I in the mirror and I shit on the deck
I try to fly, I my head
I think of something creative

I ruffle my feathers and have a 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 *who's a pretty boy then?*
Poor
Joe
Poor
A bundle of joy
Joey *hello!*

How the ruddy hell she expect me to speak
With half a ton of stuck in my beak?
I go into a moody, 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 purpose and I shouldn't
I know you'll forgive me when I this refrain

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

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 me right in the lurch

Poor Joey a pretty 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!*