Luyện nghe bài hát Community Outcast

Devlin, outcast
And this one's for all the
have been forgotten at the present time

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

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

Take young father of two
on and the government
Says his family are spongers

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

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 by a nation
And in the streets where it's evil
kids surrounded
By knives and needles

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

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

No or money
wish they could phone their mummy
To put a hot meal in their
So at night when the drops
I'm asking you what you got

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

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

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

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

I single mums, all alone on their own
Tying to put in the mouths of her two sons
And the fathers gone, no cash flow
of income

But that's the way it is
She fifteen needles
her pram on the way to the lift
And this is where said
It's safe to and raise kids

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

For her kids
They'll never seen a decent
But they can 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 down by a
And left in the streets it's evil
kids surrounded
By knives and heroin

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

I represent for the old folk live alone
No family or kids at
And all he is someone to speak to
But nobody to phone

Sits at in the dark, no electric
Since his wife passed, he can't it
He isolated, neglected
And now his flats infested

So he goes to the shop for his
With his stick and he in the mud
The around him all pulled him up
But to him just a reminder

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

I represent for the
Let down by a
And left in the streets where evil
Little surrounded
By knives and needles

I represent for the
Let by a nation
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 where it's evil
kids surrounded
By knives and needles

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