Luyện nghe bài hát Comeback

He was a
He was a punk-ass slob and he didn't even wanna get a job.
forgotten how to be himself.
They say the world is a stage and every man must his part,
but he didn't make the list.
He had a five o'clock on his heart.
He was so he couldn't even make a fist to punch himself.
She came along, and right away he felt a little less wrong, subsequently just a little more strong - anomaly flipped his lid.
He checked his hair, and out the ruffles in his shirt because he suddenly remembered how to flirt.
He took a Tic-Tac (he knew it hurt!), he put his lips on yellow alert, and he said "Hello, how are you?" and he shook her little hand. (Whoa!)
These days he don't know that muhc about much but here's his summary: God is great, the devil is bad, and somewhere in the there's you and me...
In the wreckage and the ruin (standing side by side) and they what they're doin'.
In fact he feels he is finally pulling away from the devil since he met her.
His strength is coming right back like a prodigal son, a prodigal son.
He checked his couch, and his pockets, and his car's ashtray, and he found dinero to pay for things from the Goodwill Store like soap and Listerine to make him fresh and clean, and a pretty decent old black comb (he found it on the street on his way home).
He borrowed some SpeedStick from the guy in the behind him.
He didn't tell him, though I hope he doesn't mind him, he really leave his door unlocked, because he also took a pair of his socks, and a Falco tape, I'm sure he didn't play it anymore. (Whoa!)
Shaved face, as onion, dressed in out-of-fashion clothes, ready for their secret tryst about which everybody knows....
And that's cool.
always been a big fool.
But thanks to her, he thinks he's finally pulling away from the devil, just begun;
His strength is coming right back like a son, like a prodigal son.
(breakdown:)
One step forward, two back. (Plastic falling behind)
One step forward, two back. (No dice, he chose the moves he made)
And the moves that he led him away, away from the game.
old same old, but further away...
And he still finds life perplexing but he submits his thesis God is great, the devil is bad, and somewhere in the middle there's you and me...
In the wreckage and ruin (standing side by side) and they know what doin'.
She is the oil can to his tin man, the extra stuffing to his scarecrow, the gamma to his Incredible Hulk (though that sounds crude)
And he feels like he is finally pulling away from the since he met her.
I wrote this to express the gratitude of a punk-ass dude.