Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Mr. Tomorrow

Reitan na machi no joukei fukaku sono inei
Ekimae ni hibiku ensetsu kaeru hito no nami wa

Tachidomari shounen rojou ni uzukumaru rojin
sorashita shisen kawaribae shinai haikei

Otonatachi wa yake ni jouzetsu kouji jutai
Kanojotachi mo dokoka fukigen hibi no shousou

Taningoto no you na kensou sakiokurisareta
Keshite mo sutete mo motometsuzukeru saga

Jidai wa kimi no naka de sukoshizutsu iru
Kizuiteru kai mou sude ni penki wa hagaresou da
Kotae wa kaze ni fukare kitto wo matteta
Dare ni warawaretatte amai datte utatte yo kibou wo ima

ano koukei aimai na mama no shinjitsu
Kako wo kaeminai genzai yurushi wo kou toki dake

koto wa guuzen saigo dake ga itsumo rekizen
Saite mo karete mo mono wo ienu no hana

Jidai wa mawaritsuzuke ayamachi wo mata kedo
Shinjite ii kai nee itsuka ni nanika kawaru tte
Kotae wa kaze ni fukare kitto wo matte iru
Sukui no nai sekai wo saitei na kinou wo utatte yo mirai wa nda

Jidai wa no naka de hitotsuzutsu tsukurarete yuku ndarou
Shinjiteku nda nee itsuka hontou ni nanika made
wa mune no oku de kitto tou ni kimatteta
Subarashii sekai he naru ashita he utatte yo kibou no uta

The sights of an indifferent town, shadings that become profound
The speech that resounds in front of the station; the wave of the people heading back

The youths that stopped in their with their heads down; the elderly that crouch atop the roads
Unintentionally they averted their gaze, to a scenery that a change for the better

The who are awfully talkative; a traffic congestion from a construction not progressing
And those girls as well, are in someway ill-humored by the impatience of the days urge them forward

A pending question that was postponed such as the and bustle of other people
Even if erased, even if cast aside, it's to be asked again

The times started, little by little, to move inside of you
Have you noticed? the old paint already like it's going to peal off
The answer is blowing in the wind, surely, it was us
Sing of it now, that hope that people at and call it a naive bullshit

That scenery that on being forgotten, a truth that remains ambiguous
A present where the past isn't reflected on; modest only when asking for

Being born is by chance, only at ones end is it clear
Even if bloomed, even if withered, a flower that's unable to speak

The times continue to go around, repeating the same mistake but,
Is it okay to believe? hey, one day something will really change?
The answer is blowing in the wind, surely, it was us
Sing to the world that has no salvation, to the worst of yesterdays, that the will come

Little by you are creating the era inside you
Keep on believing, ok? Until things change
The answer is inside your heart, surely, it's been the whole time
Sing the song of hope, a wonderful world, towards a tomorrow that'll be loved