Luyện nghe bài hát Little Platoons (my Neighbourhood)

My neighbours in the real
Are like the people in my
The numb walk the wicked
And I walk in
They're hard to talk to
But they've always to say
either thick and incoherent
Or undercut rage
out here can get a little crazy
People are - not so smart - a bit lazy
Things in my can get a little rough
But that's where my room is, where I keep my stuff
Women here don't fare all too well
There's usually a comment or a taunt some loser who smells
The ones who get married or shack up don't last too
Their men like to - sometimes with guns
Things out here can get a crazy
People are aimless - not so smart - a bit
Things in my neighbourhood can get a little
But where my room is, that's where I keep my stuff
Some of the old ones have lived here for
They their places nice in spite of everything
Once they had a meal for the and downtrodden
Now they lock their doors - those days are forgotten
At there's a lot of yelling at each other and to themselves
I hope I hear somebody's final cry for help
a lot of hate out there so I keep my head down
Past the 7-11, my dark street till I get home
Things out here can get a crazy
People are aimless - not so smart - a bit
Things in my can get a little rough
But that's where my room is, that's I keep my stuff