Luyện nghe bài hát Deep Fried in Kelvin

Oh, of the future
Conceived in the toilets at hall
To be on the cheap cold slabs of garage floors
Rolling empty down the stairway
Don't you love that
Whilst the thoughts of a bad worker ran through his head

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh yeah, we can ghettos too
Only we use instead of machine guns
Stitch that and we driving lights

In the end the question you to ask yourself is
Are you talking to me or are you chewing a