Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Misunderstood

Hey there, weird kid in your shoes
Sitting in the back of the class, I was like you
Always left out, fit in
Owning that you're walking in
Mr.
Mr.

Now, buddies get their rocks off on Top 40 radio
But you love your daddy's vinyl, old-time and roll
Elvis Costello, Ray Wylie Hubbard, and think Jeff
Is one bad
Mr.
Mr.

One day you'll lead the charge, you'll the band
Guitar Hero with lightning
And the girls will like tattoos and the veins in your arms
They'll be helpless to musical charms
And they'll all hold up their
And they'll all dance
Mr.
Mr.

First time I met Alabama Hannah, I was as a rail
Red hair tied up in a bandana
She was hotter than the devil's
She me on to Back Porch Pickers, Jackson Pollock, and gin
Her daddy trust my intentions
So he turned to his daddy's old
I'm Mr.
Mr.

Had an axe to grind, so off I
Mad at the sun for up again
I lost religion, found my soul in the
Rubbed the velvet off my blue suede
Yeah, everybody held up their
And soul on Beale Street danced
Mr. Misunderstood
Mr.

So I went with it like a colt on my
Through the glass behind my
Took a left when the world went down 16th Avenue
Played with fire and I on ledges
circus, stage, and county fair
They tried to my points
my edges, and I just grew out my hair
I'm Mr.
I'm Mr.

They're standing in line, the buzz
Til the next big things and was
A hell if they know, what they're to find
If it ain't that old, been-done kind, yeah
the head-scratchers fits
I wondered how in the they missed
A Mr.
Mr.

Hey there, weird kid in your shoes
Sitting in the back of the class, I was like you
Mr. (I understand)
Mr. (I understand)
Mr. (I understand)
Mr. (I understand)
Mr. (I understand)
I'm Mr. (let's go out of here)

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