Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing Left To Do

Una mirada ojos que
De en tentacion
Una palabra y no puede el no
Una y su alma quiebra con

Tremenda fuerza y quien puede
Conosco ese de flojedad
Veneno tierno que siembra la
Cada da tan

Sus demonios intrusos
Cada su alma apuesta

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

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

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 could only escape from this
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, back, lean back
Nothing to do but lean back and sit and wait

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

World around him colder
Heavy carried 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
Wasnt the first certainly, not her
Moment of became victim of her past

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

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

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

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

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

Had his night of pleasure with his belle
If he could escape from this hell
Turn back time, but 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 to do but lean back and sit and wait

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

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