Luyện nghe bài hát This Angry Silence

I hear my shouting at my mother
In the next door
He's always to pack his bags
'Cause he take it anymore
And my anorexic
But no one seems to about the state he's in
And my in a club, she's a barmaid in a pub
And my full of gin

Can you this angry silence?

I the days on my own
Writing poetry
Writing poems for the I love
But she doesn't me
And I'm scared to go out at
It's not on the streets
And hard to disagree in today's society
You trust anyone you meet

Can you hear this angry

Listen, listen, listen... this silence