Luyện nghe bài hát Comeback

He was a
He was a punk-ass useless slob and he even wanna get a job.
He'd how to be himself.
They say the world is a stage and man must play his part,
but he didn't make the list.
He had a five o'clock on his heart.
He was so weak he couldn't even a fist to punch himself.
She came along, and right he felt a little less wrong, subsequently just a little more strong - This anomaly flipped his lid.
He checked his hair, and out the ruffles in his shirt because he suddenly remembered how to flirt.
He took a Tic-Tac (he knew it 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 side by side) and know what they're doin'.
In he feels like he is finally pulling away from the devil since he met her.
His strength is coming right back like a son, like a prodigal son.
He checked his couch, and his pockets, and his car's ashtray, and he 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 some from 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, for their secret tryst about which everybody knows....
And that's cool.
He's been a big fool.
But to her, he thinks he's finally pulling away from the devil, he's just begun;
His strength is coming right back like a 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 led him away, away from the game.
Same old old, but further away...
And he still finds life perplexing but he submits his thesis humbly: God is great, the devil is bad, and in the middle there's you and me...
In the wreckage and ruin (standing side by side) and they know they're doin'.
She is the oil can to his tin man, the extra to his scarecrow, the gamma rays to his Incredible Hulk (though that sounds crude)
And he feels like he is finally pulling away the devil since he met her.
I wrote to express the gratitude of a punk-ass useless dude.