Luyện nghe bài hát Deep Fried in Kelvin

Oh, of the future
Conceived in the toilets at hall
To be raised on the cheap slabs of garage floors
Rolling cans down the stairway
Don't you that sound?
Whilst the of a bad social worker ran through his head

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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