Luyện nghe bài hát Little Platoons (my Neighbourhood)

My neighbours in the real
Are like the in my dreams
The numb walk the wicked
And I in between
They're hard to talk to
But always something to say
either thick and incoherent
Or undercut with
Things out can get a little crazy
are aimless - not so smart - a bit lazy
Things in my can get a little rough
But that's where my room is, that's I keep my stuff
Women here don't fare all too well
There's usually a comment or a from some loser who smells
The ones who get married or shack up last too long
Their men like to fight - sometimes with
out here can get a little crazy
People are - not so smart - a bit lazy
in my neighbourhood can get a little rough
But that's where my is, that's where I keep my stuff
Some of the old ones have lived for years
They keep places nice in spite of everything
Once they had a for the lonely and downtrodden
Now they lock their doors tight - days are forgotten
At night there's a lot of yelling at other and to themselves
I hope I never hear final cry for help
There's a lot of out there so I keep my head down
Past the 7-11, my dark street till I get home
Things out can get a little crazy
People are aimless - not so - a bit lazy
Things in my neighbourhood can get a little
But that's where my room is, where I keep my stuff