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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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