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 world is a stage and every man play his part,
but he make the call-back list.
He had a five o'clock on his heart.
He was so weak he couldn't make a fist to punch himself.
She came along, and right away he felt a 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 he suddenly remembered how to flirt.
He took 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 her little hand. (Whoa!)
These days he know that muhc about much but here's 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 side by side) and they know what doin'.
In fact he like he is finally pulling away from the devil since he met her.
His strength is coming right back a prodigal son, like a prodigal son.
He checked his couch, and his pockets, and his car's ashtray, and he found enough 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 from the guy in the 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 took a pair of his socks, and a Falco tape, I'm sure he play it anymore. (Whoa!)
Shaved face, smooth as onion, dressed in out-of-fashion clothes, ready for their secret tryst about everybody knows....
And that's cool.
He's always a big fool.
But thanks to her, he thinks he's finally pulling from the devil, he's just begun;
His strength is coming right back like a prodigal son, like a son.
(breakdown:)
One forward, two back. (Plastic loser falling behind)
One forward, two back. (No dice, he chose the moves that he made)
And the moves that he made led him away, away the game.
Same old old, but further away...
And he still life perplexing but he submits 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 they know what doin'.
She is the oil can to his tin man, the extra stuffing to his scarecrow, the gamma rays to his Incredible Hulk (though sounds crude)
And he feels like he is finally pulling from the devil since he met her.
I wrote this to the gratitude of a punk-ass useless dude.