Luyện nghe bài hát Back on My Feet

How many days will the wet weather
I want to will the clouds, when they roll back
a man in an old mac
Living on a park bench, on his own?

Cut to the rain as it down the glass
Eventually the lightning and thunder
We see a man under
is how it happens, this is what he said

I don't need
Though is sweet
me your hand
'Til I'm on my feet

You're always me
About my
I've seen things you'll see
Don't me

Focus in on the of a man
Who a brown paper bag from his knapsack
Between his whispers and cracks
He's for permission, screaming at the sky

I don't love
Though temptation is
Give me hand
I'm back on my feet

You're telling me
my misery
I've things you'll never see
pity me

I'll be again
Be without you
I'll up again
Kick up a fuss too

Cut back again to a walking by
Until the feet are all shoes and no socks
an invisible soap box
Laughing at the traffic, shouting at the

I don't love
Though is sweet
me your hand
'Til I'm back on my

You're telling me
About my
I've things you'll never see
pity me

I'll up again
Kick up a fuss too
I'll be again
Be upright you

We see a life through the of a man
As he live and he dies by a tattoo

I'll be back
I land on my feet
I'll stand up
Kick up a fuss again, wouldn't

Well, you go, though we tried hard to know him
It's there on his face, he's a case where clearly no hope

Give me your hand
I land again

His face starts to fade as we down the shade
And the picture we made is in glorious scope

I'll be
I'll be

I'll be