Luyện nghe bài hát Making Good

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

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

At long, last, I'm making my way out of here
the past, it's as of today, clean and clear
Today I stood my quest to 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 they see what done they'll tell me you're so wonderful
We back then we'd understood, you'd be making good

Good, I'll be good
Undertaking new or discoveries
Maybe find a cure for disease
Maybe I can world hunger cease
Or maybe paint a masterpiece

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

At long, long last I'm taking my at my own life
Just how fast I'm going to learn 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 making

Unlimited, my is unlimited
And I just had a vision like a prophecy
I know you can me crazy and true the vision's hazy
But I swear there'll be a celebration throughout 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 come to claim
Credit for his magic of his to say how proud he is of me
For doing things the wizard could not contemplate

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