Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing Left To Do

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

Tremenda y quien puede reprocharle
Conosco ese de flojedad
Veneno tierno que la ansiedad
da tan confuso

Sus fuertes intrusos
noche su alma apuesta

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

a rock then went to her place
Substances and made his heart race
So floating on a white cloud
So surreal of a white shroud

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

Had his night of empty pleasure with his
If he could escape from this 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 left to do but back, lean back, lean back
Nothing to do but lean back and sit and wait

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

World around him colder
burden carried on his shoulders
Tellin him, I told ya, to turn to and no support
No shoulder to cry on for his life cut

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

Had his night of empty pleasure with his
If he only escape from this hell
Turn back time, but 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 back, lean back, lean back
Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and

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

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

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

Had his night of empty pleasure 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 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

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

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
left to do but lean back and sit and wait