Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Misunderstood

Hey there, kid in your high-top shoes
Sitting in the back of the class, I was like you
Always left out, fit in
that path you're walking in
Mr.
Mr.

Now, buddies get their rocks off on Top 40 radio
But you love your daddy's vinyl, old-time rock and
Elvis Costello, Ray Hubbard, and think Jeff Tweedy
Is one bad
Mr.
Mr.

One day lead the charge, you'll lead the band
Guitar Hero with lightning
And the girls will your tattoos and the veins in your arms
They'll be to your musical charms
And they'll all hold up their
And they'll all wanna
Mr.
Mr.

time I met Alabama Hannah, I was skinny as a rail
Red hair tied up in a bandana
She was hotter than the devil's
She me on to Back Porch Pickers, Jackson Pollock, and gin
Her daddy didn't my intentions
So he turned to his daddy's old
I'm Mr.
Mr.

Had an axe to grind, so off I
Mad at the sun for coming up
I religion, found my soul in the blues
the velvet off my blue suede shoes
Yeah, everybody held up their
And soul on Beale Street danced
Mr. Misunderstood
Mr.

So I went with it a colt on my Plymouth
Through the behind my rear-view
Took a left when the world went right 16th Avenue
with fire and I played on ledges
Every circus, stage, and fair
They tried to file my
Sand my edges, and I just out my hair
I'm Mr.
I'm Mr.

standing in line, chasing the buzz
Til the next big things and was
A hell if know, what they're trying to find
If it ain't that same old, kind, yeah
Gives the fits
I wondered how in the hell missed
A Mr.
Mr.

Hey there, weird kid in high-top shoes
in the back of the class, I was just like you
Mr. (I understand)
Mr. (I understand)
Mr. (I understand)
Mr. (I understand)
Mr. (I understand)
I'm Mr. (let's go out of here)

(I understand)
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