Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Misunderstood

Hey there, weird kid in high-top shoes
Sitting in the of the class, I was just like you
Always out, never fit in
Owning that path you're in
Mr.
Mr.

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

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

time I met Alabama Hannah, I was skinny as a rail
Red tied up in a blue bandana
She was hotter than the Hell
She turned me on to Back Pickers, Jackson Pollock, and gin
Her daddy didn't my intentions
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 coming up
I lost religion, found my in the blues
Rubbed the off my blue suede shoes
Yeah, held up their hands
And soul on Beale Street danced
Mr. Misunderstood
Mr.

So I went with it a colt on my Plymouth
Through the glass behind my
Took a left when the went right down 16th Avenue
Played with fire and I played on
Every circus, stage, and county
They to file my points
Sand my edges, and I just out my hair
I'm Mr.
I'm Mr.

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

Hey there, weird kid in your shoes
Sitting in the back of the class, I was just 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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