Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Joey

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

is my routine: first I ponder and peck
I look in the mirror and I on the deck
I try to fly, I my head
I think of something instead

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

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 a ton of cuttlefish stuck in my beak?
I go into a moody, disdainfully
I'm just to upset to mutter 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 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
Joey *hello!*

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

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

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

Poor
Joe *cheerio!*