Luyện nghe bài hát Deep Fried in Kelvin

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

Trying to what he learnt at training college
Lester 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 live in on the promenade
With the concrete where pigeons go to die

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

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

Oh God, I think the future's been fried fried in Kelvin
And now rotting behind the remains of a stolen motorbike
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 exhibition opens
We just want your car radio and Reflux speakers now

the little children to come to me
And I will tend their adventure playground splinters cigarette burns
And feed fizzy orange and chips
And then they up straight and tall
And they 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?