Luyện nghe bài hát Deep Fried in Kelvin

Oh, children of the
Conceived in the toilets at Meadow
To be raised on the cold slabs of garage floors
Rolling empty cans the stairway
you love that sound?
Whilst the of a bad social worker ran through his head

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

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

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

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

Oh God, I the future's 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 need your sad
At conscience based on taxi-rides
Home at night exhibition opens
We just want your car radio and those Reflux now

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

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

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