Luyện nghe bài hát Community Outcast

Devlin, outcast
And one's for all the characters
That been forgotten at the present time

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

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

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

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

He got taken off site it's cheaper
To pay to labor 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 heroin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But just the way it is
She fifteen needles
Pushing her pram on the way to the
And this is where Brown
safe to live and raise kids

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

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

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

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

I represent for the old folk that alone
No family or at home
And all he wants is someone to to
But nobody to phone

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

So he goes to the shop for his
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 weak with no one to love
I sees clouds up
bad day in the diary
An old man one of
Killed by society, strangled

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

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

I for the people
Let by a nation
And left in the where it's evil
Little surrounded
By and heroin needles

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