Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Mr. Tomorrow

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

Tachidomari utsumuku shounen rojou ni rojin
Omowazu sorashita kawaribae shinai haikei

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

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

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

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

Umareochita koto wa guuzen saigo dake ga rekizen
Saite mo karete mo mono wo ienu robou no

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The times continue to go around, repeating the same again but,
Is it okay to believe? hey, one day something will really change?
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 come

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