Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Mr. Tomorrow

Reitan na no joukei fukaku naru sono inei
Ekimae ni hibiku ensetsu kaeru hito no wa seizen

Tachidomari utsumuku shounen rojou ni uzukumaru
sorashita shisen kawaribae shinai haikei

Otonatachi wa yake ni jouzetsu susumanai kouji
mo dokoka fukigen oitaterareru 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 furui penki wa da
wa kaze ni fukare kitto bokura wo matteta
Dare ni warawaretatte amai tawagoto datte yo kibou wo ima

Wasureteku ano koukei na mama no shinjitsu
Kako wo genzai yurushi wo kou toki dake keiken

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

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

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

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

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

The adults who are talkative; 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 was postponed such as the hustle and bustle of other people
if erased, even if cast aside, it's destined to be asked again

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

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

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

The continue to go around, repeating the same mistake again but,
Is it to believe? 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 worst of yesterdays, the future will come

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