Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Mr. Tomorrow

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

utsumuku shounen rojou ni uzukumaru rojin
Omowazu sorashita shisen kawaribae shinai

wa yake ni jouzetsu susumanai kouji jutai
Kanojotachi mo dokoka fukigen oitaterareru no shousou

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

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

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

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

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

Jidai wa kimi no naka de hitotsuzutsu tsukurarete ndarou
nda nee itsuka hontou ni nanika kawaru made
Kotae wa mune no oku de kitto tou ni
Subarashii sekai he shinai ashita he utatte yo kibou no uta

The sights of an indifferent town, those shadings 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 crouch atop the
Unintentionally they averted their gaze, to a scenery that 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 ill-humored by the impatience of the days that urge them forward

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

The times have started, little by little, to move of you
Have you noticed? the old paint already looks like it's going to off
The is blowing in the wind, surely, it was awaiting us
Sing of it now, hope 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 end is it always clear
if bloomed, even if withered, a roadside flower 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 change?
The answer is blowing in the wind, surely, it was us
Sing to the world that has no salvation, to the of yesterdays, that the future will come

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