Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Misunderstood

Hey there, weird kid in your shoes
Sitting in the of the class, I was just like you
Always left out, fit in
Owning that path walking in
Mr.
Mr.

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

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

First time I met Alabama Hannah, I was as a rail
Red tied up in a blue bandana
She was hotter the devil's Hell
She turned me on to Porch Pickers, Jackson Pollock, and gin
Her daddy didn't trust my
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 soul in the
Rubbed the velvet off my blue suede
Yeah, held up their hands
And every soul on Street danced
With Mr.
Mr.

So I went with it like a colt on my
Through the glass behind my
a left when the world went right down 16th Avenue
Played with fire and I played on
Every circus, stage, and county
They to file my points
Sand my edges, and I just grew out my
I'm Mr.
I'm Mr.

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

Hey there, weird kid in your high-top
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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