Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing Left To Do

Una mirada ojos que
De rodillas en
Una y no puede darle el no
Una y su alma quiebra con

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

Sus demonios fuertes
Cada noche su alma

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

Shared a then went to her place
Substances and adrenaline made his heart
So unreal floating on a white
So premonition of a white shroud

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

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

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

World him getting colder
Heavy burden carried on his
Tellin him, I told ya, none to to and no support
No to cry on for his life cut short

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

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

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

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

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

Mmm, weaker day by day, future lookin bleaker
Suffering in pain, slowly dying, crying
Eatin by this virus, slowly away, hey
Fading gradually a tree from drought

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

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

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