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 first I ponder and peck
I look in the and I shit on the deck
I try to fly, I my head
I think of creative instead

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

Poor *who's a pretty boy then?*
Poor
Joe
Poor
A bundle of joy
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 Roulette
I was bred for the and I shouldn't complain
I know you'll me when I sing this refrain

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

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

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

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

Poor
Joe *cheerio!*