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
Always left out, fit in
that path you're walking in
Mr.
Mr.

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

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

First time I met Alabama Hannah, I was as a rail
Red hair up in a blue bandana
She was hotter than the devil's
She turned me on to Back Porch Pickers, Pollock, and gin
Her daddy 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 up again
I lost religion, found my in the blues
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 a colt on my Plymouth
the glass behind my rear-view
Took a when the world went right down 16th Avenue
Played with and I played on ledges
Every circus, stage, and fair
They to file my points
Sand my edges, and I just grew out my
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 that same old, been-done kind, yeah
Gives the fits
I wondered how in the hell they
A Mr.
Mr.

Hey there, kid in your high-top 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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