Luyện nghe bài hát Comeback

He was a
He was a punk-ass useless slob and he even wanna get a job.
He'd 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 five o'clock on his heart.
He was so he couldn't even make a fist to punch himself.
She came along, and right away he felt a little less wrong, subsequently just a little more strong - This anomaly his lid.
He checked his hair, and smoothed out the ruffles in his shirt he suddenly remembered how to flirt.
He took a Tic-Tac (he knew it wouldn't hurt!), he put his 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 side by side) and they know they're doin'.
In fact he feels like he is finally pulling away from the since he met her.
His strength is right back 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 like soap and Listerine to make him fresh and clean, and a pretty 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, I hope he doesn't mind him, he really shouldn't leave 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!)
face, smooth as onion, dressed in out-of-fashion clothes, ready for their secret tryst about which everybody knows....
And that's cool.
He's always a big fool.
But thanks to her, he he's finally pulling away from the devil, he's just begun;
His strength is coming back like a prodigal son, like a prodigal son.
(breakdown:)
One step forward, two back. (Plastic falling behind)
One forward, two back. (No dice, he chose the moves that he made)
And the moves that he led him away, away from the game.
old same old, but further away...
And he still finds life perplexing but he submits his thesis humbly: God is great, the devil is bad, and somewhere in the middle you and me...
In the wreckage and ruin (standing side by side) and know what they're doin'.
She is the oil can to his tin man, the stuffing to his scarecrow, the gamma rays to his Incredible Hulk (though that sounds crude)
And he feels he is finally pulling away from the devil since he met her.
I wrote this to express the gratitude of a punk-ass dude.