Luyện nghe bài hát Brumsdale

Peeps are kotchin, filling inner cheeks toxins
that the streets are watching
Fleets of hold heat, speak,
Concocting deep plans the beef is blossoming
With sleep offering only respite
Round the clock hustling from to sunlight
the mechanics run right,
Ensure that everybody's in the web who's supposed to be and it's spun tight
This is gangsville, where hands spill
Claret everyday and there's more buried landfill
Worlds come crashing down to a standstill
Kid doing kids just to prove that they can
And it's teenage capital
With flat flat full of tetrahydrocannanibol
It's a jungle sometimes unimaginable
Relentless pursuit to their collateral

Brumsdale, city from which the hail
The young and another stretch is done in jail
A and one drug sales
Watch em the sky while they're blazing a gun trail
Brum town, city in which the slum's
Use the accent as a to dumb down
The daily makes for sad reading
But the heart of the manor's still beating

The former home of rover, home of HP
Former home of community, comfort and of
Where life too pacey
And kids a third of your age are rude and fasty, it just me
Respect is abandoned, replaced a handgun
Apparently you never em
The roots of are fucking deeper than the grand canyon
But they look at at random
Musicians sitting in their composing new tunes
With shooting up and sleeping in the bin chute rooms
Citizens littering the landscape they're in
no second thoughts never considering
The legacy leaving, the balance is terribly uneven
The penniless are seething
Material is breeding,
Society of menaces wannabe are leaving me grieving

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

Let's the focus and take it nationwide
Many resided in a city and ain't survived
We're just a very link in the network
Wouldn't be necessary for a shrink or an
To tell us why it's not confined to one
Just Mrs Jones why she can't see her sons face
And let her tell you that no matter if they serve at life
never lift the pain from when they murdered Rhys
So now rife in society in culture
the shock of what happened to James Bulger
So I guess if we're living in the of the beast
You'd have to refer to us at the stomach
& Jessica, Letitia & Charlene
Anthony Walker, Damilola making my heart
Stephen Lawrence, Newlove and Ben Kinsella
Love is the only measure

UK, country in the youts prey
On the weak and indefensible and then assume
Are untouchable but soon the
Will come back inevitably realise the karma
Great Britain, place where they living
left and now the nation is gain driven
But the are all material and personal
This kind of thinking will us dead, buried and terminal