Luyện nghe bài hát Comeback

He was a
He was a punk-ass 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 away he felt 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 lips on yellow alert, and he "Hello, how are you?" and he shook her little hand. (Whoa!)
These days he don't know 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 is coming right back like a prodigal 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 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, as onion, dressed in out-of-fashion clothes, ready for their secret tryst about which everybody knows....
And perfectly cool.
He's always a big fool.
But thanks to her, he thinks he's finally pulling away from the devil, he's begun;
His strength is coming right back like a prodigal son, like a son.
(breakdown:)
One step forward, two back. (Plastic loser behind)
One step forward, two back. (No dice, he the moves that he made)
And the that he made led him away, away from the game.
old same old, but further 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 rays to his Incredible Hulk (though that sounds crude)
And he feels like he is finally pulling away from the devil he met her.
I this to express the gratitude of a punk-ass useless dude.