Luyện nghe bài hát Comeback

He was a
He was a punk-ass useless and he didn't even wanna get a job.
forgotten how to be himself.
They say the world is a stage and every man must his part,
but he make the call-back list.
He had a five o'clock on his heart.
He was so weak he couldn't make a fist to punch himself.
She came along, and right away he felt a little less wrong, subsequently just a little more strong - This flipped his lid.
He checked his hair, and smoothed out the ruffles in his shirt he suddenly remembered how to flirt.
He took a Tic-Tac (he knew it wouldn't hurt!), he put his on yellow alert, and he said "Hello, how are you?" and he shook her little hand. (Whoa!)
These he don't 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 like he is finally pulling from the devil since he met her.
His strength is 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 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 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 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 tryst which everybody knows....
And perfectly cool.
always been a big fool.
But thanks to her, he thinks he's finally pulling away from the devil, he's just
His strength is right back 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 chose the moves he made)
And the moves he made led him away, away from the game.
Same old old, but further away...
And he still finds life perplexing but he submits his thesis 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 rays to his Incredible (though that sounds crude)
And he feels like he is pulling away from the devil since he met her.
I this to express the gratitude of a punk-ass useless dude.