Luyện nghe bài hát Brumsdale

Peeps are kotchin, filling cheeks with toxins
Unaware that the streets are
Fleets of offspring heat, speak,
Concocting deep while the beef is blossoming
With sleep their only respite
the clock hustling from dusk to sunlight
Ensure the run right,
Ensure everybody's in the web who's supposed to be and that it's spun tight
is gangsville, where heavy hands spill
Claret everyday and there's more than landfill
Worlds come down brought to a standstill
Kid doing just to prove that they can kill
And it's teenage pregnancy
With flat after flat full of
It's a jungle sometimes unimaginable
pursuit to expand their collateral

Brumsdale, city from which the hail
The young fail and another stretch is in jail
A million and one drug
Watch em illuminate the sky while they're a gun trail
Brum town, city in which the slum's
Use the as a stereotype to dumb down
The daily news for sad reading
But the positive heart of the manor's still

The former home of rover, home of HP
Former home of community, and of safety
life moves too pacey
And kids a third of your age are rude and fasty, it amazes me
Respect is abandoned, replaced a handgun
Apparently you never em
The roots of this are fucking than the grand canyon
But they at statistics at random
sitting in their flats composing new tunes
With shooting up and sleeping in the bin chute rooms
Citizens the landscape they're living in
With no thoughts never considering
The they're leaving, the balance is terribly uneven
The penniless are left
Material is breeding,
of menaces wannabe celebrities are leaving me grieving

Brumsdale, city from which the hail
The young fail and another stretch is in jail
A million and one sales
Watch em illuminate the sky while they're blazing a gun
town, city in which the slum's found
Use the accent as a stereotype to down
The daily makes for sad reading
But the positive heart of the manor's beating

Let's broaden the and take it nationwide
Many resided in a and fucking ain't survived
just a very small link in the network
Wouldn't be for a shrink or an expert
To tell us why it's not to one place
Just tell Mrs Jones why she can't see her sons
And let her tell you that no if they serve at least life
It'll never lift the pain from when they murdered
So now it's in society in culture
Recall the shock of what to James Bulger
So I guess if we're living in the of the beast
have to refer to us at the stomach ulcer
Holly & Jessica, Letitia &
Anthony Walker, Damilola making my heart
Stephen Lawrence, Newlove and Ben Kinsella
Love is the only measure

UK, in which the youts prey
On the and indefensible and then assume they
Are untouchable but soon the
Will back around inevitably realise the karma
Great Britain, place where hate living
Humility left and now the nation is driven
But the gains are all and personal
This kind of will leave us dead, buried and terminal