Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Misunderstood

Hey there, weird kid in your high-top
Sitting in the of the class, I was just like you
Always out, never 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 rock and
Elvis Costello, Ray Hubbard, and think Jeff Tweedy
Is one bad
Mr.
Mr.

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

First I met Alabama Hannah, I was skinny 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 didn't 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, my soul in the blues
Rubbed the off my blue suede shoes
Yeah, everybody up their hands
And every soul on Beale danced
Mr. Misunderstood
Mr.

So I went with it like a on my Plymouth
Through the behind my rear-view
Took a left when the world went right 16th Avenue
Played with fire and I played on
circus, stage, and county fair
They tried to file my
Sand my edges, and I just grew out my
I'm Mr.
I'm Mr.

standing in line, chasing the buzz
Til the next big and already was
A hell if know, what they're trying to find
If it ain't same old, been-done kind, yeah
Gives the head-scratchers
I wondered how in the hell they
A Mr.
Mr.

Hey there, weird kid in your shoes
Sitting in the of the class, I was just 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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