Luyện nghe bài hát Deep Fried in Kelvin

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

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

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

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

In which several he had stolen
From a park 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 fried in
And now it's behind the remains of a stolen motorbike
I haven't touched it, honest but there isn't anything to do

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

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

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

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