Luyện nghe bài hát Comeback

He was a
He was a punk-ass useless and he didn't even wanna get a job.
He'd how to be himself.
They say the world is a and every man must play his part,
but he didn't the call-back list.
He had a o'clock shadow on his heart.
He was so weak he couldn't even make a to punch himself.
She along, and right away he felt a little less wrong, subsequently just a little more strong - This anomaly flipped his lid.
He checked his hair, and smoothed out the ruffles in his shirt because he remembered how to flirt.
He a Tic-Tac (he knew it wouldn't hurt!), he put his lips on yellow alert, and he said "Hello, how are you?" and he shook her little hand. (Whoa!)
These days he don't know that muhc about much but here's his summary: God is great, the devil is bad, and in the middle there's you and me...
In the wreckage and the ruin (standing by side) and they know what they're doin'.
In fact he feels like he is pulling away from the devil since he met her.
His strength is coming right back like a prodigal son, a prodigal son.
He checked his couch, and his pockets, and his car's ashtray, and he found enough dinero to pay for things from the Goodwill like soap and Listerine to make him fresh and clean, and a pretty decent old black comb (he found it on the street on his way home).
He borrowed SpeedStick from the guy in the apartment behind him.
He didn't tell him, though I hope he doesn't mind him, he really shouldn't his door unlocked, because he also took a pair of his socks, and a Falco tape, I'm sure he didn't play it anymore. (Whoa!)
Shaved face, smooth as onion, dressed in out-of-fashion clothes, for their secret tryst about which everybody knows....
And that's cool.
always been a big fool.
But thanks to her, he thinks he's finally pulling away from the devil, he's begun;
His strength is coming right back like a prodigal son, a prodigal son.
(breakdown:)
One forward, two back. (Plastic loser falling behind)
One step forward, two back. (No dice, he chose the that he made)
And the moves that he made led him away, from the game.
Same old old, but further away...
And he finds life perplexing but he submits his thesis humbly: God is great, the devil is bad, and somewhere in the middle there's you and me...
In the and ruin (standing side by side) and they know what they're doin'.
She is the oil can to his tin man, the extra stuffing to his scarecrow, the gamma rays to his Incredible Hulk (though sounds crude)
And he feels like he is finally pulling away the devil since he met her.
I wrote this to express the of a punk-ass useless dude.