Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Mr. Tomorrow

Reitan na machi no fukaku naru sono inei
Ekimae ni hibiku ensetsu hito no nami wa seizen

Tachidomari utsumuku shounen rojou ni uzukumaru
Omowazu sorashita kawaribae shinai haikei

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

Taningoto no you na kensou kenan
mo sutete mo mata motometsuzukeru saga

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

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

Umareochita koto wa guuzen saigo ga itsumo rekizen
mo karete mo mono wo ienu robou no hana

Jidai wa mawaritsuzuke ayamachi wo kurikaesu kedo
ii kai nee itsuka hontou ni nanika kawaru tte
Kotae wa ni fukare kitto bokura wo matte iru
Sukui no nai wo saitei na kinou wo utatte yo mirai wa kuru nda

Jidai wa kimi no naka de tsukurarete yuku ndarou
Shinjiteku nda nee itsuka hontou ni kawaru made
Kotae wa no oku de kitto tou ni kimatteta
Subarashii sekai he shinai naru ashita he utatte yo no uta

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

The youths that stopped in their tracks with their heads the elderly that crouch atop the roads
Unintentionally averted their gaze, to a scenery that isn't a change for the better

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

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

The times have started, little by little, to move 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, hope that people laugh at and call it a naive bullshit

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

Being is by chance, only at ones end is it always clear
Even if bloomed, even if withered, a roadside flower unable to speak

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

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