Luyện nghe bài hát Comeback

He was a
He was a punk-ass useless slob and he even wanna get a job.
He'd how to be himself.
They say the world is a stage and man must play his part,
but he make the call-back list.
He had a five shadow on his heart.
He was so weak he couldn't make a fist to punch himself.
She came along, and right away he felt a little less wrong, subsequently 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 took 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 her little hand. (Whoa!)
These days he don't know that about much but here's his summary: God is great, the devil is bad, and somewhere in the middle there's you and me...
In the wreckage and the ruin (standing by side) and they know what they're doin'.
In he feels like he is finally pulling away from the devil since 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 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 SpeedStick 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, he also took a pair of his socks, and a Falco tape, I'm sure he didn't play it anymore. (Whoa!)
face, smooth as onion, dressed in out-of-fashion clothes, ready for their secret tryst about which everybody knows....
And that's cool.
He's been a big fool.
But thanks to her, he he's finally pulling away from the devil, he's just begun;
His is coming right back like a prodigal son, like a prodigal son.
(breakdown:)
One forward, two back. (Plastic loser 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 submits his thesis humbly: God is great, the devil is bad, and 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 like he is finally pulling away from the devil since he met her.
I wrote this to express the of a punk-ass useless dude.