Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Mr. Tomorrow

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

utsumuku shounen rojou ni uzukumaru rojin
Omowazu sorashita shisen shinai haikei

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

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

Jidai wa no naka de sukoshizutsu ugokihajimete iru
kai mou sude ni furui penki wa hagaresou da
Kotae wa kaze ni fukare kitto bokura wo
Dare ni amai 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 mo mono wo ienu robou no hana

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

Jidai wa kimi no naka de hitotsuzutsu yuku ndarou
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 resounds in front of the station; the 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 scenery that isn't a for the better

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

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

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

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

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

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

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