Luyện nghe bài hát Deep Fried in Kelvin

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

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

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

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

In several plants he had stolen
From a local park growing
When questioned the man said all he was a garden
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 stolen
I haven't it, honest but there isn't anything else to do

We need your sad attempts
At social based on taxi-rides
Home at when exhibition opens
We just want car radio and those Reflux speakers now

Suffer the little to come to me
And I will tend their adventure playground 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
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?