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
Omowazu sorashita kawaribae shinai haikei

Otonatachi wa yake ni susumanai kouji jutai
Kanojotachi mo dokoka fukigen oitaterareru hibi no

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

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

Wasureteku ano aimai na mama no shinjitsu
wo kaeminai genzai yurushi wo kou toki dake keiken

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

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

Jidai wa kimi no de hitotsuzutsu 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 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 heads down; the elderly that atop the roads
Unintentionally they their gaze, to a scenery that isn't a change for the better

The adults who are awfully talkative; a traffic congestion from a not progressing
And those as well, are in someway ill-humored by the impatience of the days 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, it's to be asked again

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

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

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

The times to go around, repeating the same mistake again but,
Is it okay to believe? hey, that one day something will really
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 creating the era you
Keep on believing, ok? Until things really
The answer is inside your heart, surely, it's there the whole time
Sing the song of hope, a wonderful world, towards a tomorrow that'll be loved