Luyện nghe bài hát Deep Fried in Kelvin

Oh, of the future
in the toilets at Meadow hall
To be raised on the cheap cold slabs of floors
Rolling empty cans down the
Don't you love that
Whilst the thoughts of a bad worker ran through his head

Trying to remember he learnt at training college
Lester said he allowed in here
So why don't you get

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

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

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

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

We need your sad attempts
At social based on taxi-rides
Home at night when opens
We want your car radio and those Reflux speakers now

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

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

In the end the you have to ask yourself is
Are you talking to me or are you chewing a