Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Misunderstood

Hey there, weird kid in your shoes
Sitting in the back of the class, I was like you
left out, never fit in
Owning that path you're in
Mr.
Mr.

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

One day you'll the charge, you'll lead the band
Guitar with lightning hands
And the girls will like your and the veins in your arms
They'll be helpless to your musical
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 hair tied up in a blue
She was than the devil's Hell
She me on to Back Porch Pickers, Jackson Pollock, and gin
Her didn't trust my intentions
So he turned to his daddy's old
I'm Mr.
Mr.

Had an axe to grind, so off I
Mad at the sun for coming up
I religion, found my soul in the blues
Rubbed the velvet off my blue suede
Yeah, everybody up their hands
And soul on Beale Street danced
With Mr.
Mr.

So I went with it like a colt on my
Through the glass my rear-view
Took a left when the went right down 16th Avenue
Played with and I played on ledges
Every circus, stage, and fair
They tried to my points
Sand my edges, and I just out my hair
I'm Mr.
I'm Mr.

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

Hey there, weird kid in your high-top
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)

(I understand)
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