Luyện nghe bài hát Deep Fried in Kelvin

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

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

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

A woman on the fourteenth floor
the ceiling was bulging as if under a great weight
When the investigated they discovered
That the man in the flat had transported
A large quantity of soil into his

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

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

We need your sad attempts
At conscience based on taxi-rides
Home at night when opens
We just want your car radio and those speakers now

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

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

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