Luyện nghe bài hát Deep Fried in Kelvin

Oh, children of the
Conceived in the toilets at Meadow
To be raised on the cheap cold slabs of floors
Rolling empty down the stairway
Don't you love sound?
Whilst the thoughts of a bad social worker ran his head

Trying to remember what he learnt at training
Lester said he 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 Kelvin on the
With the walkways where pigeons go to die

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

In which several 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 future's been fried deep in Kelvin
And now it's rotting behind the remains of a motorbike
I haven't it, honest but there isn't anything else to do

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

the little children to come to me
And I will tend adventure playground splinters with cigarette burns
And feed them fizzy orange and
And then grow 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?