Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing Left To Do

Una mirada que matan
De en tentacion
Una y no puede darle el no
Una noche y su alma con

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

Sus demonios intrusos
Cada noche su alma

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

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

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

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

Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and
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 slandering wont
Day day giving no chance to repent
insulted, no concern or respect
No chance to or chance to reflect

World around him getting
Heavy burden carried on his
him, I told ya, none to turn to and no support
No shoulder to cry on for his cut short

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

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

left to do but lean back and sit and wait
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

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

Lord knows that its hard, frozen out by best friends and
his cold dark days alone and secluded
What life is Thoughts running between confusion and doubt
Fading gradually like a from drought

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

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

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

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

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