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 alma con

Tremenda fuerza y quien reprocharle
Conosco ese momento de
Veneno tierno que siembra la
Cada da tan

Sus demonios fuertes
Cada noche su alma

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

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

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

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

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

around him getting colder
Heavy burden carried on his
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 first certainly, not her
of weakness became victim of her past

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

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

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

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

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

Nothing to do but lean back 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 and sit and wait

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

Nothing left to do but lean 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 lean back and sit and