Luyện nghe bài hát Little Platoons (my Neighbourhood)

My neighbours in the real
Are like the in my dreams
The walk with the wicked
And I in between
They're really hard to to
But they've always to say
It's either thick and
Or with rage
Things out here can get a little
are aimless - not so smart - a bit lazy
Things in my neighbourhood can get a rough
But that's where my is, that's where I keep my stuff
Women here don't fare all too well
usually a comment or a taunt from some loser who smells
The who get married or shack up don't last too long
men like to fight - sometimes with guns
Things out here can get a crazy
People are aimless - not so - a bit lazy
Things in my can get a little 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 nice in spite of everything
Once they had a meal for the lonely and
Now they lock their doors tight - those are forgotten
At night a lot of yelling at each other and to themselves
I hope I never somebody's final cry for help
a lot of hate out there so I keep my head down
Past the 7-11, down my dark till I get home
Things out here can get a little
People are - not so smart - a bit lazy
Things in my neighbourhood can get a rough
But that's where my room is, that's where I my stuff