Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing Left To Do

Una mirada ojos que
De en tentacion
Una palabra y no darle el no
Una y su alma quiebra con

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

Sus demonios fuertes
Cada su alma apuesta

Warm smile, blonde hair
Pretty green eyes and damned fair
For sure to get with a girl like that
pass this chance no matter what

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

Pretty woman though not all she
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 from hell
Turn time, but time gone, too late

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

and slandering wont relent
Day day giving no chance to repent
insulted, no concern or respect
No chance to ponder or chance to

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

woman though not all she seemed
Soon reality and not a dream
Wasnt the certainly, not her last
Moment of became victim of her past

Had his night of empty pleasure with his
If he could only from this hell
Turn time, but time 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, result of his
But this BS should to others not him
The poison runnin through his blood
Judged and damned by men as if God

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

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

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

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

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

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
Nothing to do but lean back and sit and wait