Luyện nghe bài hát Comeback

He was a
He was a useless slob 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 must his part,
but he didn't the call-back list.
He had a five shadow on his heart.
He was so weak he couldn't even a fist to punch himself.
She came along, and right away he felt a little less wrong, subsequently just a little more strong - anomaly flipped his lid.
He checked his hair, and smoothed out the ruffles in his shirt because he suddenly how to flirt.
He took a Tic-Tac (he 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 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 what they're doin'.
In fact he feels like he is finally 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 found enough dinero to pay for things from the Goodwill Store 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 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 didn't play it anymore. (Whoa!)
Shaved face, smooth as onion, dressed in out-of-fashion clothes, ready for their secret about which everybody knows....
And that's cool.
He's been a big fool.
But thanks to her, he thinks finally pulling away from the devil, he's just begun;
His strength is coming right back a prodigal son, like a prodigal son.
(breakdown:)
One forward, two back. (Plastic loser falling behind)
One step forward, two back. (No dice, he the moves 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 (standing side by side) and they know what they're doin'.
She is the oil can to his tin man, the extra stuffing to his scarecrow, the gamma 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 gratitude of a useless dude.