Luyện nghe bài hát Comeback

He was a
He was a useless slob and he didn't even wanna get a job.
He'd how to be himself.
say the world is a stage and every man must play his part,
but he didn't make the list.
He had a o'clock shadow on his heart.
He was so weak he even make a fist to punch himself.
She along, and right away he felt a little less wrong, subsequently just a little more strong - This anomaly flipped his lid.
He his hair, and smoothed out the ruffles in his shirt because he suddenly remembered how to flirt.
He took a Tic-Tac (he knew it wouldn't hurt!), he put his 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 middle you and me...
In the wreckage and the ruin (standing side by side) and they know what doin'.
In fact he feels like he is 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 ashtray, and he found enough 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 from the guy in the apartment behind him.
He didn't tell him, though I hope he doesn't mind him, he really shouldn't leave his door unlocked, because he also took a pair of his socks, and a Falco tape, I'm sure he didn't it anymore. (Whoa!)
Shaved face, smooth as onion, dressed in out-of-fashion clothes, for their secret tryst about which everybody knows....
And perfectly cool.
He's been a big fool.
But thanks to her, he thinks he's finally pulling away from the devil, he's just
His strength is coming right back like a prodigal son, a prodigal son.
(breakdown:)
One step forward, two back. (Plastic falling behind)
One step forward, two back. (No dice, he chose the that he made)
And the moves that he made led him away, from the game.
Same old same old, but away...
And he still finds life perplexing but he his thesis humbly: God is great, the devil is bad, and somewhere in the middle there's you and me...
In the wreckage and (standing side by side) and they know what they're doin'.
She is the oil can to his tin man, the extra stuffing to his scarecrow, the gamma rays to his Hulk (though that sounds crude)
And he feels like he is finally pulling from the devil since he met her.
I wrote this to express the of a punk-ass useless dude.