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 and every man must play 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 make a 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 ruffles in his shirt he suddenly remembered how to flirt.
He took a (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 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 (standing side by side) and they know what they're doin'.
In fact he feels 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 dinero to pay for things from the Goodwill Store like soap and Listerine to 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 the guy in the apartment behind him.
He didn't tell him, though I hope he doesn't mind him, he 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 clothes, ready for their secret tryst about which everybody knows....
And that's cool.
He's been a big fool.
But thanks to her, he thinks he's pulling away from the devil, he's just begun;
His strength is coming right back like a 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.
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 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 finally pulling from the devil since he met her.
I wrote this to express the of a punk-ass useless dude.