Luyện nghe bài hát Comeback

He was a
He was a punk-ass useless slob and he didn't wanna get a job.
forgotten how to be himself.
They say the world is a stage and every man must his part,
but he didn't make the list.
He had a o'clock shadow on his heart.
He was so he couldn't even make a fist 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 took a Tic-Tac (he knew it wouldn't hurt!), he put his lips on yellow alert, and he "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 God is great, the devil is bad, and somewhere in the middle there's you and me...
In the and the ruin (standing side 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 like a prodigal son, like 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 Store 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 some 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 leave his 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, ready for secret tryst about which everybody knows....
And that's cool.
always been a big fool.
But thanks to her, he thinks he's pulling away from the devil, he's just begun;
His strength is coming right back like a prodigal son, like a son.
(breakdown:)
One forward, two back. (Plastic loser falling behind)
One forward, two back. (No dice, he chose the moves that he made)
And the moves that he made led him away, from the game.
old same old, but further away...
And he still finds life perplexing but he submits his thesis God is great, the devil is bad, and somewhere in the middle there's you and me...
In the wreckage and (standing side by side) and they know what they're doin'.
She is the oil can to his tin man, the extra to his scarecrow, the gamma rays to his Incredible Hulk (though that sounds crude)
And he feels like he is finally pulling away from the devil he met her.
I wrote to express the gratitude of a punk-ass useless dude.