Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Misunderstood

Hey there, weird kid in your high-top
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, old-time rock and
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 hands
And the girls will your tattoos and the veins in your arms
They'll be helpless to your charms
And they'll all hold up their
And all wanna dance
Mr.
Mr.

time I met Alabama Hannah, I was skinny as a rail
Red hair tied up in a bandana
She was than the devil's Hell
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 up again
I religion, found my soul in the blues
Rubbed the velvet off my blue shoes
Yeah, everybody held up hands
And every soul on Beale danced
Mr. Misunderstood
Mr.

So I went with it like a colt on my
Through the glass behind my
Took a when the world went right down 16th Avenue
Played with fire and I played on
circus, stage, and county fair
They tried to 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 big things and already was
A hell if know, what they're trying to find
If it ain't that old, been-done kind, yeah
the head-scratchers fits
I wondered how in the hell they
A Mr.
Mr.

Hey there, weird kid in your 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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