Luyện nghe bài hát Community Outcast

Devlin, community
And this one's for all the
That have been at the present time

I for the jobless
have been made redundant
That got four kids
And know how to fund them

since the wife and the husband
Both lost jobs at the office in London
Now they feel 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 ain't got a or a pound"
Let alone for milk
And nappies and trainers and

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

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

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

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

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

These go home to a cardboard box
They're the survivors
Warming hands
With their flame of their lighters
All their life they've frightened

On the with their head down
Knowing down inside
That they've been let down
By a country crippled
And I mankind was supposed to be civil

I represent for the
Let down by a
And left in the where it's evil
Little kids
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 single mums, all alone on own
to put food in the mouths of her two sons
And the fathers gone, there's no cash
of income

But just the way it is
She fifteen needles
her pram on the way to the lift
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 seen a decent life
But they can dream and they'll sleep
been hung out and left to dry
The kids are in bed, left to cry

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 by a nation
And left on the streets it's evil
Community outcast, cold, and feeble

I represent for the old folk that live
No or kids at home
And all he wants is to speak to
But nobody thinks to

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

So he goes to the for his papers
With his and he falls in the mud
The people him all pulled him up
But to him just a reminder

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

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

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

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

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