Luyện nghe bài hát Deep Fried in Kelvin

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

Trying to remember what he at training college
Lester said he allowed in here
So why don't you get

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

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

In several plants he had stolen
From a local were growing
When questioned the man said all he wanted was a
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 rotting the remains of a stolen motorbike
I haven't touched it, honest but there isn't else to do

We don't your sad attempts
At social conscience based on
Home at night when opens
We just want your car radio and those Reflux now

the little children to come to me
And I tend their adventure playground splinters with 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 have too
Only we use air-rifles instead of machine
that and we drunk driving lights

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