Luyện nghe bài hát Deep Fried in Kelvin

Oh, children of the
Conceived in the toilets at hall
To be on the cheap cold slabs of garage floors
Rolling empty cans the stairway
Don't you love sound?
the thoughts of a bad social worker ran through his head

Trying to remember what he at training college
said he wasn't allowed in here
So why don't you get

And if you grow up when you grow up
Maybe, maybe you can live, on Kelvin
Yeah, you can live in on the promenade
the concrete walkways where pigeons go to die

A on the fourteenth floor noticed
That the ceiling was as if under a great weight
the council investigated they discovered
That the man in the flat above had
A large quantity of soil his living-room

In which several he had stolen
From a local park growing
When questioned the man said all he wanted was a
When the man said all he wanted was a garden

Oh God, I think the future's fried deep fried in Kelvin
And now it's rotting behind the remains of a motorbike
I haven't touched it, honest but isn't anything else to do

We don't need your sad
At social based on taxi-rides
Home at night exhibition opens
We just your car radio and those Reflux speakers now

the little children to come to me
And I will tend their playground splinters with cigarette burns
And feed them fizzy orange and
And then grow up straight and tall
And they grow up to live on Kelvin

Oh yeah, we can ghettos too
Only we use instead of machine guns
Stitch that and we drunk lights

In the end the question you to ask yourself is
Are you to me or are you chewing a brick?