Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Misunderstood

Hey there, kid in your high-top shoes
Sitting in the back of the class, I was like you
left out, never fit in
Owning that path walking in
Mr.
Mr.

Now, your buddies get rocks off on Top 40 radio
But you love daddy's vinyl, old-time rock and roll
Elvis Costello, Ray Wylie Hubbard, and think Jeff
Is one bad
Mr.
Mr.

One day you'll the charge, you'll lead the band
Guitar Hero with hands
And the girls will like your tattoos and the veins in arms
They'll be helpless to your charms
And they'll all up their hands
And they'll all dance
Mr.
Mr.

First time I met Alabama Hannah, I was skinny as a
Red tied up in a blue bandana
She was hotter than the Hell
She turned me on to Back Porch Pickers, Pollock, and gin
Her daddy didn't trust my
So he turned to his old four-ten
I'm Mr.
Mr.

Had an axe to grind, so off I
Mad at the sun for up again
I lost religion, found my in the blues
Rubbed the off my blue suede shoes
Yeah, held up their hands
And every on Beale Street danced
Mr. Misunderstood
Mr.

So I went it like a colt on my Plymouth
the glass behind my rear-view
Took a when the world went right down 16th Avenue
Played fire and I played on ledges
Every circus, stage, and fair
They to file my points
my edges, and I just grew out my hair
I'm Mr.
I'm Mr.

They're standing in line, chasing the
Til the next big and already was
A hell if know, what they're trying to find
If it ain't same old, been-done kind, yeah
Gives the head-scratchers
I wondered how in the they missed
A Mr.
Mr.

Hey there, weird kid in your shoes
Sitting in the back of the class, I was like you
Mr. (I understand)
Mr. (I understand)
Mr. (I understand)
Mr. (I understand)
Mr. (I understand)
I'm Mr. (let's go out of here)

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