Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing Left To Do

Una mirada que matan
De rodillas en
Una y no puede darle el no
Una noche y su quiebra con

Tremenda fuerza y puede reprocharle
Conosco ese momento de
Veneno tierno que la ansiedad
Cada da tan

Sus demonios intrusos
Cada noche su alma

smile, long blonde hair
Pretty green eyes and damned fair
For lucky to get with a girl like that
Couldnt this chance no matter what

Shared a rock then went to her
Substances and made his heart race
So unreal floating on a cloud
So premonition of a white shroud

Pretty though not all she seemed
Soon grim reality and not a
Wasnt the first certainly, not her
Moment of became victim of her past

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

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

Mocking and wont relent
Day after day no chance to repent
insulted, no concern or respect
No to ponder or chance to reflect

World him getting colder
burden carried on his shoulders
Tellin him, I told ya, none to turn to and no
No shoulder to cry on for his life cut

Pretty woman though not all she
grim reality and not a dream
Wasnt the certainly, not her last
of weakness became victim of her past

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

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

results, result of his whim
But this BS happen to others not him
The slowly runnin through his blood
Judged and by men as if theyre God

Lord that its hard, frozen out by best friends and excluded
Spend his cold days alone and secluded
What life is about? running between confusion and doubt
Fading gradually like a tree drought

Mmm, gettin weaker day by day, future lookin
in pain, slowly dying, mama crying
Eatin by this virus, fading away, hey
Fading gradually like a tree drought

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

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

Had his night of empty pleasure his belle
If he could only escape from this
Turn back time, but 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
left to do but lean back and sit and wait