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 empty down the stairway
Don't you love that
the thoughts of a bad social worker ran through his head

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

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

A woman on the floor noticed
That the ceiling was bulging as if under a weight
When the investigated they discovered
the man in the flat above 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 was a garden
When the man said all he wanted was a garden

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

We don't your sad attempts
At social conscience based on
Home at night when opens
We just want 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 them fizzy orange and chips
And then they grow up and tall
And they grow up to live 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 to ask yourself is
Are you talking to me or are you a brick?