Luyện nghe bài hát Deep Fried in Kelvin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Suffer the little to come to me
And I will tend their playground splinters with cigarette burns
And feed them fizzy and chips
And then they grow up straight and
And then they grow up to on Kelvin

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 have to ask is
Are you talking to me or are you a brick?