Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Misunderstood

Hey there, weird kid in high-top shoes
in the back of the class, I was just like you
Always out, never fit in
Owning path you're walking in
Mr.
Mr.

Now, your buddies get rocks off on Top 40 radio
But you love your daddy's vinyl, old-time rock and
Elvis Costello, Ray Wylie Hubbard, and think Tweedy
Is one bad
Mr.
Mr.

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

First time I met Alabama Hannah, I was skinny as a
Red tied up in a blue 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 daddy's old
I'm Mr.
Mr.

Had an axe to grind, so off I
Mad at the sun for coming up
I religion, found my soul in the blues
Rubbed the off my blue suede shoes
Yeah, everybody up their hands
And every soul on Beale danced
Mr. Misunderstood
Mr.

So I went with it a colt on my Plymouth
Through the glass my rear-view
Took a left when the world went right 16th Avenue
Played fire and I played on ledges
Every circus, stage, and county
They to file my points
Sand my edges, and I grew out my hair
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,
the head-scratchers fits
I wondered how in the they missed
A Mr.
Mr.

Hey there, weird kid in high-top shoes
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)

(I understand)
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