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 slabs of garage
Rolling empty down the stairway
Don't you love sound?
Whilst the thoughts of a bad social worker ran through his

to remember what he learnt at training college
Lester he wasn't allowed in here
So why you get lost?

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

A woman on the fourteenth noticed
That the ceiling was bulging as if a great weight
When the council investigated they
That the man in the flat had transported
A large of soil into his living-room

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

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

We don't need your sad
At social conscience based on
Home at when exhibition opens
We just want your car radio and those speakers now

Suffer the children to come to me
And I will tend their adventure playground with cigarette burns
And feed them fizzy and chips
And then they grow up straight and
And they grow up to live on Kelvin

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

In the end the question you have to ask is
Are you talking to me or are you a brick?