Luyện nghe bài hát Community Outcast

Devlin, outcast
And one's for all the characters
That have been forgotten at the present

I represent for the
That have been made
That have got kids
And know how to fund them

Ever the wife and the husband
Both lost jobs at the office in London
Now they feel financially
Now are locked with the rats in a old dungeon

Take young father of two
on and the government
Says his family are spongers

like, "Damn man
We ain't got a or a pound"
Let alone money for
And and trainers and jumpers

He got taken off 'cause it's cheaper
To pay to labor in numbers
How's he gonna take of his younger's

I represent for the
Let by a nation
And left in the where it's evil
Little kids
By and heroin needles

I for the people
Let down by a
And left on the where it's evil
Community outcast, cold, tired and

I represent for the
Let down by a
More interested in war and
When are sleeping at railway stations

No or money
They they could phone their mummy
To put a hot meal in their
So at night when the drops
I'm asking you what you got

These go home to a cardboard box
They're the soul
their hands
With their flickering flame of lighters
All their life they've frightened

On the with their head down
Knowing deep inside
That really been let down
By a country that's
And I mankind was supposed to be civil

I for the people
Let down by a
And in the streets where it's evil
kids surrounded
By knives and heroin

I for the people
Let by a nation
And left on the streets where it's
Community outcast, cold, and feeble

I single mums, all alone on their own
to put food in the mouths of her two sons
And the fathers gone, there's no flow
Lack of

But that's the way it is
She counts fifteen
Pushing her on the way to the lift
And this is where said
It's safe to live and raise

She her way out of the block
With two kids in a
And a rip and a in her top
She to sign on
Just to maintain the little got

For her sake
They'll never seen a decent
But they can and they'll sleep tonight
They've hung out and left to dry
The kids are in bed, left to cry

I for the people
Let by a nation
And left in the streets where it's
Little kids
By knives and needles

I for the people
Let by a nation
And left on the streets where evil
Community outcast, cold, tired and

I represent for the old folk that alone
No or kids at home
And all he wants is someone to to
But nobody to phone

Sits at in the dark, no electric
his wife passed, he can't accept it
He isolated, neglected
And now his council flats

So he goes to the shop for his
With his stick and he in the mud
The people him all pulled him up
But to him just a reminder

He's old and weak with no one to love
I sees up above
bad day in the diary
An old man one of
by society, strangled quietly

I represent for the
Let down by a
And in the streets where it's evil
kids surrounded
By knives and heroin

I for the people
Let down by a
And on the streets where it's evil
Community outcast, cold, and feeble

I for the people
Let down by a
And left in the streets where it's
Little kids
By knives and heroin

I for the people
Let down by a
And on the streets where it's evil
Community outcast, cold, tired and