Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Joey

I'm Joey the Budgie, I'm a boy or a
I'm probably the most typical caged in the world
In or Hounslow I sit on my perch
Old Nature's 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 bang my
I think of something creative

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

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

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

I the difficulties of owning 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 *she's a right bastard!*
Joey
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 typical caged bird in the
In Cranham or I sit on my perch
Old Mother left me right in the lurch

Joey *who's 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!*