Luyện nghe bài hát Making Good

That hatchet-faced hag who's pointing at me a sneer
I see her
giggling girls with the whispers they want me to hear
I don't them

The boy with the spitball me
If I turn, oh look, he's lost his nerve
now, I'm their prey, right now, I'm their quarry
But there'll come a day, they all be sorry
And sorry be all that they deserve

At long, last, I'm making my way out of here
Erase the past, it's as of today, and clear
I stood my quest to find my special destiny
Do more than the best I could

in my gut I know I can do something great
I know what yet but when I'm through, just you wait
When see what I've done they'll tell me you're so wonderful
We wish back then we'd understood, you'd be good

Good, I'll be good
new inventions or discoveries
Maybe find a for some disease
Maybe I can make hunger cease
Or else maybe paint a

Something that astounds, something that
Something that has everybody my praises

At long, long last I'm taking my turn at my own
Just watch how fast I'm going to how to fly
Just watch the lightning and when they see what I can do
All Oz will love me they should in all likelihood
Once I'm good

Unlimited, my is unlimited
And I just had a almost like a prophecy
I know you can call me crazy and true the vision's
But I swear there'll be a celebration throughout Oz
That's all to do with me, see

Oh, at long, long last cheering my name and what's more
what old bastards come here to claim
Credit for his child of his to say how proud he is of me
For things the wizard could not even contemplate

So you can go ahead and laugh till your sides are
But if I do the wonders I feel waking
You'll be cheering after I am finished good
No, not good, making great