Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Misunderstood

Hey there, kid in your high-top shoes
Sitting in the back of the class, I was 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 daddy's vinyl, old-time 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 with lightning hands
And the girls will like your tattoos and the veins in arms
They'll be helpless to your charms
And they'll all hold up hands
And all wanna dance
Mr.
Mr.

time I met Alabama Hannah, I was skinny as a rail
Red hair tied up in a blue
She was than the devil's Hell
She turned me on to Back Porch Pickers, Pollock, and gin
Her didn't 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 up their hands
And every on Beale Street danced
Mr. Misunderstood
Mr.

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

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

Hey there, weird kid in your high-top
Sitting in the back of the class, I was just 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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