Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing Left To Do

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

Tremenda fuerza y puede reprocharle
Conosco ese momento de
Veneno que siembra la ansiedad
da tan confuso

Sus fuertes intrusos
Cada noche su alma

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

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

Pretty woman 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 night of empty with his belle
If he could only escape this hell
back time, but time gone, too late

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

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

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

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 pleasure with his belle
If he only escape from this hell
back time, but time gone, too late

Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and
Nothing 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

Positive results, of his whim
But this BS should happen to not him
The poison slowly runnin 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 alone and secluded
What life is about? Thoughts running between and doubt
gradually like a tree from drought

Mmm, gettin weaker day by day, future bleaker
Suffering in pain, slowly dying, crying
by this virus, slowly fading away, hey
Fading like a tree from drought

Had his night of empty 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
left 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 only escape from this 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 back and sit and wait