Luyện nghe bài hát Comeback

He was a
He was a punk-ass useless slob and he didn't wanna get a job.
forgotten 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 five o'clock on his heart.
He was so he couldn't even make a fist to punch himself.
She came along, and right away he felt a little less wrong, just a little more strong - This anomaly flipped his lid.
He checked his hair, and smoothed out the in his shirt because he suddenly remembered how to flirt.
He a Tic-Tac (he knew it wouldn't hurt!), he put his lips 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 his summary: God is great, the devil is bad, and somewhere in the middle 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 pulling away from the devil since he met her.
His is coming right back like a prodigal son, like a prodigal son.
He checked his couch, and his pockets, and his ashtray, and he found enough 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 SpeedStick from the guy in the apartment behind him.
He didn't tell him, though I hope he doesn't mind him, he really shouldn't leave his door unlocked, because he also 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, for their secret tryst about which everybody knows....
And that's cool.
He's always a big fool.
But thanks to her, he he's finally pulling away from the devil, he's just begun;
His strength is right back like a prodigal son, like a prodigal son.
(breakdown:)
One step forward, two back. (Plastic loser behind)
One step forward, two back. (No dice, he chose the that he made)
And the moves that he made led him away, away the game.
old same old, but further away...
And he still finds life perplexing but he submits his 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 they what they're doin'.
She is the oil can to his tin man, the stuffing to his scarecrow, the gamma rays to his Incredible Hulk (though that sounds crude)
And he feels like he is pulling away from the devil since he met her.
I wrote this to express the of a punk-ass useless dude.