Luyện nghe bài hát Little Platoons (my Neighbourhood)

My in the real world
Are like the people in my
The numb walk with the
And I walk in
really hard to talk to
But they've always to say
It's thick and incoherent
Or with rage
out here 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
Women here don't fare all too well
There's usually a or a taunt from some loser who smells
The ones who get married or shack up last too long
men like to fight - 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 rough
But where my room is, that's where I keep my stuff
Some of the old have lived here for years
They keep their places nice in spite of
Once had a meal for the lonely and downtrodden
Now they lock their doors tight - those are forgotten
At night a lot of yelling at each other and to themselves
I I never hear somebody's final cry for help
There's a lot of hate out so I keep my head down
Past the 7-11, my dark street till I get home
Things out here can get a little
People are aimless - not so smart - a bit
Things in my neighbourhood can get a little
But that's my room is, that's where I keep my stuff