Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Misunderstood

Hey there, weird kid in your high-top
Sitting in the of the class, I was just like you
Always out, never fit in
Owning that path 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 Wylie Hubbard, and think Tweedy
Is one bad
Mr.
Mr.

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

First 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 Porch Pickers, Jackson 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 lost religion, my soul in the blues
the velvet off my blue suede shoes
Yeah, everybody up their hands
And every soul on Street danced
With Mr.
Mr.

So I went with it a colt on my Plymouth
Through the glass behind my
Took a left when the world went 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, the buzz
Til the big things and already was
A hell if they know, what trying to find
If it ain't that same old, been-done kind,
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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