Luyện nghe bài hát Little Platoons (my Neighbourhood)

My neighbours in the real
Are the people in my dreams
The numb walk the wicked
And I walk in
They're really to talk to
But they've something to say
It's either thick and
Or undercut with
Things out 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, that's where I my stuff
Women around 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
Their men to fight - sometimes with guns
Things out here can get a little
People are aimless - not so smart - a bit
in my neighbourhood can get a little rough
But that's my room is, that's where I keep my stuff
Some of the old ones have lived for years
They keep their places in spite of everything
Once had a meal for the lonely and downtrodden
Now they lock their doors tight - those are forgotten
At night there's a lot of yelling at each and to themselves
I hope I never somebody's final cry for help
There's a lot of hate out there so I my head down
Past the 7-11, down my dark street I get home
Things out here can get a little
are aimless - not so smart - a bit lazy
Things in my neighbourhood can get a rough
But where my room is, that's where I keep my stuff