Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing Left To Do

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

Tremenda fuerza y quien puede
ese momento de flojedad
Veneno tierno que siembra la
Cada da tan

Sus demonios intrusos
Cada noche su alma

Warm smile, blonde hair
Pretty eyes and skin damned fair
For lucky to get with a girl like that
Couldnt pass this no matter what

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

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

Had his of empty pleasure with his belle
If he could only from this hell
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
Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and

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

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

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

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

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 back and sit and wait

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

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

Mmm, weaker day by day, future lookin bleaker
Suffering in pain, slowly dying, mama
Eatin by virus, slowly fading away, hey
Fading gradually like a tree from

Had his night of empty pleasure his belle
If he could only escape 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 lean back, back, lean back
Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and

Had his night of empty pleasure 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 lean and sit and wait