Luyện nghe bài hát Community Outcast

Devlin, outcast
And this for all the characters
That have been at the present time

I represent for the
have been made redundant
That have got four
And don't how to fund them

Ever since the and the husband
Both lost their jobs at the in London
Now feel financially trapped
Now are with the rats in a dingy old dungeon

Take this father of two
Signing on and the
Says his family are spongers

like, "Damn man
We got a penny or a pound"
Let alone for milk
And and trainers and jumpers

He got taken off 'cause it's cheaper
To pay Europeans to in numbers
How's he take care of his younger's

I for the people
Let down by a
And in the streets where it's evil
kids surrounded
By knives and heroin

I represent for the
Let down by a
And left on the where it's evil
Community outcast, cold, and feeble

I represent for the
Let down by a
More interested in war and
When are sleeping at railway stations

No home or
They wish they could their mummy
To put a hot meal in tummy
So at night when the temperature
I'm asking you remember you got

These kids go to a cardboard box
They're the soul
Warming hands
With their flickering flame of their
All life they've been frightened

On the streets with their head
Knowing deep down
That they've really been let
By a that's crippled
And I thought was supposed to be civil

I for the people
Let by a nation
And left in the streets where evil
Little surrounded
By knives and heroin

I for the people
Let by a nation
And left on the streets where it's
outcast, cold, tired and feeble

I represent single mums, all alone on own
to put food in the mouths of her two sons
And the fathers gone, no cash flow
Lack of

But that's the way it is
She counts fifteen
Pushing her pram on the way to the
And this is where Brown
It's to live and raise kids

She her way out of the block
With two kids in a
And a rip and a in her top
She goes to on
Just to maintain the she's got

For her kids
They'll never seen a life
But can dream and they'll sleep tonight
They've been hung out and to dry
The kids are in bed, mums to cry

I represent for the
Let by a nation
And left in the streets where it's
kids surrounded
By knives and needles

I represent for the
Let by a nation
And left on the where it's evil
Community outcast, cold, tired and

I represent for the old folk that live
No family or at home
And all he is someone to speak to
But thinks to phone

Sits at in the dark, no electric
Since his wife passed, he accept it
He feels isolated,
And now his council flats

So he to the shop for his papers
With his stick and he in the mud
The people him all pulled him up
But to him that's a reminder

He's old and he's with no one to love
I sees clouds up
Another bad day in the
An old man one of
Killed by society, quietly

I represent for the
Let by a nation
And left in the streets it's evil
Little kids
By and heroin needles

I for the people
Let down by a
And left on the streets where it's
outcast, cold, tired and feeble

I for the people
Let by a nation
And left in the streets it's evil
Little kids
By knives and needles

I represent for the
Let down by a
And left on the where it's evil
outcast, cold, tired and feeble