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 they want me to hear
I hear them

The boy the spitball behind me
If I suddenly turn, oh look, lost his nerve
Right now, I'm prey, right now, I'm their quarry
But there'll a day, they all will be sorry
And sorry will be all that they

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

'Cause in my gut I I can do something great
I don't know what yet but when I'm through, you wait
When they see I've done they'll tell me you're so wonderful
We wish then we'd understood, you'd be making good

Good, be making good
Undertaking new inventions or
Maybe find a for some disease
Maybe I can world hunger cease
Or else maybe paint a

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

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

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

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

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