Luyện nghe bài hát Comeback

He was a
He was a punk-ass useless and he didn't even wanna get a job.
He'd how to be himself.
They say the is a stage and every man must play his part,
but he make the call-back list.
He had a o'clock shadow on his heart.
He was so weak he couldn't even make a fist to himself.
She came along, and right away he a little less wrong, subsequently just a little more strong - This anomaly flipped his lid.
He checked his hair, and smoothed out the ruffles in his shirt because he 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 somewhere in the there's you and me...
In the wreckage and the ruin (standing by side) and they know what they're doin'.
In fact he feels like he is finally pulling from the devil since he met her.
His strength is coming right like a prodigal son, like a prodigal son.
He checked his couch, and his pockets, and his car's ashtray, and he found dinero to pay for things from the Goodwill Store like soap and Listerine to make him fresh and clean, and a pretty decent old black comb (he found it on the street on his way home).
He borrowed some SpeedStick the guy in the apartment behind him.
He didn't tell him, though I hope he 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!)
Shaved face, smooth as onion, dressed in out-of-fashion clothes, ready for secret tryst about which everybody knows....
And that's cool.
He's always a big fool.
But thanks to her, he thinks he's finally pulling away from the devil, just begun;
His strength is coming right like a prodigal son, like a prodigal son.
(breakdown:)
One forward, two back. (Plastic loser falling behind)
One step forward, two back. (No dice, he chose the that he made)
And the moves that he made led him away, from the game.
Same old same old, but away...
And he still finds life perplexing but he his thesis humbly: God is great, the devil is bad, and somewhere in the middle there's 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 extra stuffing to his scarecrow, the gamma rays to his Incredible Hulk (though that crude)
And he feels like he is finally pulling away from the since he met her.
I wrote this to the gratitude of a punk-ass useless dude.