Luyện nghe bài hát Deep Fried in Kelvin

Oh, children of the
Conceived in the at Meadow hall
To be raised on the cold slabs of garage floors
Rolling empty down the stairway
Don't you love sound?
Whilst the thoughts of a bad social worker ran his head

to remember what he learnt at training college
Lester said he allowed in here
So why you get lost?

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

A woman on the fourteenth noticed
That the was bulging as if under a great weight
the council investigated they discovered
That the man in the flat above had
A large quantity of into his living-room

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

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

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

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

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

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