Luyện nghe bài hát Deep Fried in Kelvin

Oh, children of the
Conceived in the at Meadow hall
To be raised on the cheap slabs of garage floors
Rolling cans down the stairway
Don't you love that
Whilst the 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 you get lost?

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

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

In which several plants he had
From a local were growing
When questioned the man all he wanted was a garden
When questioned the man all he wanted was a garden

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

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

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

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

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