Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing Left To Do

Una ojos que matan
De en tentacion
Una palabra y no puede el no
Una noche y su alma con

Tremenda fuerza y quien reprocharle
Conosco ese de flojedad
Veneno que siembra la ansiedad
Cada da tan

Sus demonios fuertes
Cada noche su apuesta

smile, long blonde hair
Pretty eyes and skin damned fair
For sure lucky to get with a like that
pass this chance no matter what

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

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

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

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

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

World him getting colder
Heavy burden on his shoulders
Tellin him, I ya, none to turn to and no support
No to cry on for his life cut short

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

Had his night of empty with his belle
If he only escape from this hell
back 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
Nothing left to do but back, lean back, lean back
Nothing to do but lean 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 damned by men as if God

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

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

Had his night of empty 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
left to do but lean back and sit and wait
Nothing left to do but back, lean back, lean back
Nothing to do but lean back and sit and wait

Had his night of pleasure with his belle
If he could only escape this hell
back time, but time 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 back and sit and wait