Luyện nghe bài hát Making Good

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

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

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

'Cause in my gut I know I can do something
I don't know what yet but when I'm through, just you
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 cure for some
Maybe I can world hunger cease
Or else maybe a masterpiece

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

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

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

Oh, at long, long last they're cheering my and what's more
Guess what old bastards here to claim
for his magic child of his to say how proud he is of me
For doing things the could not even contemplate

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