Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Misunderstood

Hey there, kid in your high-top shoes
in the back of the class, I was just 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 rock and
Elvis Costello, Ray Hubbard, and think Jeff Tweedy
Is one bad
Mr.
Mr.

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

First I met Alabama Hannah, I was skinny as a rail
Red hair up in a blue bandana
She was hotter the devil's Hell
She me on to Back 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, 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 like a on my Plymouth
Through the glass behind my
Took a left when the world went right down 16th
Played with fire and I on ledges
Every circus, stage, and county
They tried to my points
Sand my edges, and I just 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 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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