Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing Left To Do

Una mirada ojos que
De rodillas en
Una palabra y no darle el no
Una y su alma quiebra con

fuerza y quien puede reprocharle
Conosco ese momento de
Veneno tierno que la ansiedad
da tan confuso

Sus fuertes intrusos
Cada su alma apuesta

Warm smile, long hair
Pretty green eyes and damned fair
For sure lucky to get a girl like that
Couldnt pass this chance no what

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

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

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

Nothing left to do but back and sit and wait
Nothing 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

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

World him getting colder
Heavy carried on his shoulders
Tellin him, I told ya, to turn to and no support
No shoulder to cry on for his cut short

woman though not all she seemed
Soon grim and not a dream
the first certainly, not her last
Moment of weakness became of her past

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

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

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

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

Mmm, gettin weaker day by day, future bleaker
in pain, slowly dying, mama crying
Eatin by virus, slowly fading away, hey
gradually like a tree from drought

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

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

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

Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and
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