Luyện nghe bài hát Deep Fried in Kelvin

Oh, of the future
Conceived in the toilets at hall
To be raised on the cheap slabs of garage floors
Rolling empty cans down the
Don't you love sound?
Whilst the of a bad social worker ran through his head

Trying to remember what he at training college
Lester said he wasn't in here
So why you get lost?

And if you up then when you grow up
Maybe, maybe you can live, live on
Yeah, you can in Kelvin on the promenade
With the concrete walkways pigeons go to die

A woman on the floor noticed
That the was bulging as if under a great weight
When the council investigated discovered
That the man in the flat had transported
A quantity of soil into his living-room

In several plants he had stolen
a local park were growing
When questioned the man said all he was a garden
questioned the man said all he wanted was a garden

Oh God, I think the future's been deep fried in Kelvin
And now it's rotting behind the remains of a stolen
I haven't touched it, honest but there isn't else to do

We need your sad attempts
At conscience based on taxi-rides
Home at night when exhibition
We just want your car and those Reflux speakers now

Suffer the little children to to me
And I will tend their adventure playground splinters cigarette burns
And feed them fizzy orange and
And they grow up straight and tall
And then grow up to live on Kelvin

Oh yeah, we can have too
Only we use air-rifles of machine guns
Stitch that and we drunk lights

In the end the question you have to ask is
Are you to me or are you chewing a brick?