Luyện nghe bài hát British Intelligence

British Intelligence, on your back
And they won't catch no one so won't catch me
Three, fours and right up your
And you just got sacked, now your money's not

Taking time has won enough
And to the four when you're really wired
Too is never enough, now you're fired

This is for the cold concrete by the feet
by a man that I'm yet to meet
Pay an army, I'm ready to speak
start in 93

And came round last week
And told me she's sick and of women

I'm still trains delayed in the rain on a Monday morning
by surveillance teams business men live out their dreams
And sleep with
In stockrooms flowed with coffee and machines

we're still riding
Trying to find a where they're not watching
her up in the end
To apologize for being so drunk and

British Intelligence, on your back
And they won't catch no one so they catch me
Three, and right up your back
And you just got sacked, now your money's not

time has never won enough
And three to the four when really wired
Too much is enough, now you're fired

The a selfish son
down the inner to the suburban
He's lurking, burning on
We'll be on the bar that his lover in

And, and a lay in the end
from the west said marry up quick
Get in the system
With a BCG and a finger print

While the from old Poland
their fingers to the bone for the minimum
Man, I was outside calling a
to save claim on the money I lent

While were riding
Trying to find a place where their not
her up again
Identity and camera men

British Intelligence, they're on your
And they won't catch no one so they won't me
Three, fours and right up your
And you just got sacked, now money's not free

Taking has never won enough
And three to the four you're really wired
Too much is never enough, now you're

He said Suzie, you lose me in trouble?
He Suzie, let's move on the double
Would we, please get him in
He said we, would we get him in trouble?
So would you, should we better get him in
Three weeks down and now you've burst

British Intelligence, on your back
And they won't catch no one so won't catch me
Three, fours and up your back
And you just got sacked, now your not free

Taking time has never won
And three to the when you're really wired
Too much is never enough, now you're