Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Misunderstood

Hey there, weird kid in high-top shoes
in the back of the class, I was just like you
Always left out, fit in
Owning path you're 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 lead the charge, you'll the band
Guitar Hero lightning hands
And the girls like your tattoos and the veins in your arms
be helpless to your musical charms
And they'll all up their 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 the devil's Hell
She me on to Back Porch Pickers, Jackson Pollock, and gin
Her daddy didn't my intentions
So he to his daddy's 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 soul in the
Rubbed the velvet off my suede shoes
Yeah, everybody up their hands
And every on Beale Street danced
With Mr.
Mr.

So I went with it like a colt on my
Through the behind my rear-view
Took a left when the world right down 16th Avenue
Played fire and I played on ledges
circus, stage, and county 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, the buzz
Til the next big things and was
A if they know, what they're trying to find
If it that same old, been-done kind, yeah
the head-scratchers fits
I wondered how in the they missed
A Mr.
Mr.

Hey there, weird kid in high-top shoes
in the back of the class, I was just 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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