Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing Left To Do

Una mirada ojos que
De rodillas en
Una palabra y no puede el no
Una y su alma quiebra con

Tremenda fuerza y quien puede
Conosco ese momento de
tierno que siembra la ansiedad
Cada da tan

Sus demonios intrusos
Cada su alma apuesta

Warm smile, long blonde
Pretty green eyes and skin fair
For sure lucky to get a girl like that
Couldnt pass this chance no matter

Shared a then went to her place
and adrenaline made his heart race
So unreal floating on a white
So premonition of a white shroud

Pretty woman though not all she
Soon grim and not a dream
the first certainly, not her last
Moment of weakness became victim of her

Had his night of empty pleasure with his
If he could only escape from hell
back time, but time gone, too late

Nothing left to do but lean and sit and wait
left to do but lean back and sit and wait
Nothing left to do but lean back, lean back, back
Nothing left to do but lean and sit and wait

Mocking and slandering relent
Day day giving no chance to repent
Routinely insulted, no or respect
No chance to ponder or to reflect

around him getting colder
Heavy burden carried on his
Tellin him, I told ya, to turn to and no support
No shoulder to cry on for his cut short

Pretty though not all she seemed
Soon grim and not a dream
Wasnt the certainly, not her last
Moment of weakness became of her past

Had his night of pleasure with his belle
If he could only escape this hell
Turn time, but time gone, too late

Nothing left to do but back and sit and wait
Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and
Nothing left to do but lean back, lean back, lean
left to do but lean back and sit and wait

Positive results, result of his
But BS should happen to others not him
The poison slowly runnin his blood
Judged and damned by men as if God

Lord knows that its hard, frozen out by friends and excluded
Spend his cold dark days alone and
What life is about? Thoughts running confusion and doubt
Fading gradually like a tree from

Mmm, gettin weaker day by day, lookin bleaker
Suffering in pain, dying, mama crying
Eatin by this virus, slowly away, hey
gradually like a tree from drought

Had his night of empty pleasure with his
If he could escape from this hell
Turn back time, but time gone, too

Nothing to do but lean back and sit and wait
Nothing left to do but lean and sit and wait
Nothing left to do but lean back, lean back, back
Nothing left to do but back and sit and wait

Had his night of pleasure with his belle
If he could only escape from this
Turn back time, but time gone, too

Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and
Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and
Nothing left to do but lean back, lean back, back
left to do but lean back and sit and wait