Luyện nghe bài hát Back on My Feet

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

Cut to the rain as it down the glass
through the lightning and thunder
We see a man going
This is how it happens, this is what he

I don't need
Though is sweet
Give me hand
'Til I'm back on my

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

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

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

You're telling me
my misery
I've seen you'll never see
Don't me

be right again
Be upright you
I'll up again
up a fuss again 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, at the world

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

always telling me
About my
I've seen things never see
pity me

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

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

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

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

Give me your again
'Til I again

His face starts to as we pull down the shade
And the picture we made is in cinema scope

be back
I'll be

I'll be