Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing Left To Do

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

Tremenda fuerza y quien reprocharle
ese momento de flojedad
Veneno tierno que la ansiedad
Cada da tan

Sus demonios fuertes
noche su alma apuesta

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

Shared a rock went to her place
Substances and adrenaline made his heart
So unreal on a white cloud
So surreal premonition of a white

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

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

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

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

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 empty pleasure with his
If he could only escape from this
Turn back time, but time gone, too

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

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

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

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

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

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