Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing Left To Do

Una mirada que matan
De en tentacion
Una y no puede darle el no
Una y su alma quiebra con

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

Sus demonios fuertes
noche su alma apuesta

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

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

Pretty woman not all she seemed
Soon grim and not a dream
the first certainly, not her last
Moment of became victim of her past

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

Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and
Nothing left to do but lean 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 wont relent
Day after day no chance to repent
insulted, no concern or respect
No to ponder or chance to reflect

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

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

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

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

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, out by best friends and excluded
Spend his cold dark alone and secluded
What is about? Thoughts running between confusion and doubt
Fading gradually like a tree drought

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

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

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