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 or Hounslow I sit on my perch
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 my head
I think of something instead

I ruffle my feathers and have a scratch
Spend at least half an 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
Joey
Joe
Poor
A of joy then
Poor *hello!*

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

I appreciate the difficulties of a pet
as a budgie, it's like Russian Roulette
I was bred for the purpose and I complain
I know you'll forgive me when I this refrain

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

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

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

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

Poor
Joe *cheerio!*