Luyện nghe bài hát Comeback

He was a
He was a punk-ass useless slob and he didn't wanna get a job.
forgotten 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 make a to punch himself.
She came along, and right away he felt a little less wrong, subsequently just a little more - 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 said "Hello, how are you?" and he her little hand. (Whoa!)
These days he don't know that muhc about much but here's his summary: God is great, the devil is bad, and 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 back like a prodigal 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 SpeedStick the guy in the apartment 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 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 perfectly cool.
always been a big fool.
But thanks to her, he thinks he's finally pulling away the devil, he's just begun;
His strength is coming right like a prodigal son, like a prodigal 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.
Same old old, but further away...
And he still finds life 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 (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 rays to his Incredible Hulk (though that 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.