Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Mr. Tomorrow

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

Tachidomari shounen rojou ni uzukumaru rojin
Omowazu sorashita shisen shinai haikei

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

no you na kensou sakiokurisareta kenan
Keshite mo sutete mo mata saga

wa kimi no naka de sukoshizutsu ugokihajimete iru
Kizuiteru kai mou sude ni furui penki wa da
Kotae wa kaze ni fukare bokura wo matteta
Dare ni warawaretatte amai tawagoto datte yo kibou wo ima

Wasureteku ano koukei aimai na mama no
Kako wo kaeminai genzai yurushi wo kou dake keiken

Umareochita wa guuzen saigo dake ga itsumo rekizen
Saite mo karete mo mono wo robou no hana

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

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

The sights of an town, those 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 averted their gaze, to a scenery that isn't a change for the better

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

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

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

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

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

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

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