Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Misunderstood

Hey there, kid in your high-top shoes
Sitting in the of the class, I was just like you
Always left out, fit in
Owning path you're walking in
Mr.
Mr.

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

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

First time I met Hannah, I was skinny as a rail
Red hair up in a blue bandana
She was hotter the devil's Hell
She turned me on to Back Porch Pickers, 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 coming up
I lost religion, found my in the blues
the velvet off my blue suede shoes
Yeah, everybody held up hands
And every soul on Street danced
With Mr.
Mr.

So I went with it like a on my Plymouth
Through the behind my rear-view
Took a left when the world went right down Avenue
with fire and I played on ledges
Every circus, stage, and fair
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, chasing the
Til the big things and already was
A hell if they know, what they're to find
If it ain't that same old, kind, yeah
Gives the head-scratchers
I wondered how in the hell they
A Mr.
Mr.

Hey there, kid in your high-top shoes
Sitting in the 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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