Luyện nghe bài hát Comeback

He was a
He was a punk-ass useless and he didn't even wanna get a job.
forgotten how to be himself.
They say the is a stage and every man must play his part,
but he make the call-back list.
He had a o'clock shadow on his heart.
He was so he couldn't even make a fist to punch himself.
She came along, and right away he a little less wrong, subsequently just a little more strong - This anomaly flipped his lid.
He checked his hair, and smoothed out the ruffles in his shirt because he remembered how to flirt.
He a Tic-Tac (he knew it wouldn't 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 his summary: God is great, the devil is bad, and somewhere in the middle there's you and me...
In the and the ruin (standing side by side) and they know what they're doin'.
In fact he feels like he is finally pulling away from the devil he met her.
His strength is coming right back like a prodigal son, like a son.
He checked his couch, and his pockets, and his car's ashtray, and he found enough dinero to pay for things from the Goodwill Store like soap and Listerine to 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 play it anymore. (Whoa!)
Shaved face, smooth as onion, dressed in out-of-fashion clothes, ready for their secret tryst which everybody knows....
And that's cool.
He's always a big fool.
But thanks to her, he thinks he's finally pulling away from the devil, just begun;
His strength is coming back like a prodigal son, like a prodigal son.
(breakdown:)
One step forward, two back. (Plastic loser 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.
Same old same old, but 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 by side) and they know what they're doin'.
She is the oil can to his tin man, the extra to his scarecrow, the gamma rays to his Incredible Hulk (though that sounds crude)
And he like he is finally pulling away from the devil since he met her.
I wrote this to the gratitude of a punk-ass useless dude.