Luyện nghe bài hát Deep Fried in Kelvin

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

Trying to remember what he learnt at training
Lester said he allowed in here
So why you get lost?

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

A woman on the fourteenth floor
That the ceiling was bulging as if under a weight
When the council investigated they
That the man in the flat had transported
A large quantity of soil into his

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

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

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

Suffer the little children to to me
And I will tend their adventure playground splinters cigarette burns
And feed fizzy orange and chips
And they grow up straight and tall
And then they grow up to on Kelvin

Oh yeah, we can have too
Only we use air-rifles instead of machine
Stitch that and we driving lights

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