Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Misunderstood

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

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

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

First I met Alabama Hannah, I was skinny 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 old four-ten
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 shoes
Yeah, everybody held up hands
And every soul on Street danced
Mr. Misunderstood
Mr.

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

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

Hey there, weird kid in 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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