Luyện nghe bài hát Little Platoons (my Neighbourhood)

My neighbours in the real
Are the people in my dreams
The numb with the wicked
And I in between
really hard to talk to
But always something to say
It's thick and incoherent
Or with rage
Things out can get a little crazy
are aimless - not so smart - a bit lazy
Things in my neighbourhood can get a rough
But that's where my room is, where I keep my stuff
Women around here don't fare all too
There's usually a comment or a taunt from loser who smells
The ones who get married or shack up don't last too
Their men like to fight - sometimes with
Things out here can get a crazy
People are aimless - not so smart - a bit
Things in my neighbourhood can get a little
But that's where my is, that's where I keep my stuff
Some of the old ones have lived for years
They keep their places nice in spite of
they had a meal for the lonely and downtrodden
Now they lock their tight - those days 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 there so I keep my down
Past the 7-11, down my dark street till I get
Things out can get a little crazy
People are aimless - not so smart - a bit
in my neighbourhood can get a little rough
But that's where my room is, that's where I my stuff