Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Misunderstood

Hey there, kid in your high-top shoes
Sitting in the of the class, I was just like you
Always out, never fit in
Owning that you're walking in
Mr.
Mr.

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

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

First time I met Alabama Hannah, I was skinny as a
Red tied up in a blue bandana
She was than the devil's Hell
She turned me on to 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 up again
I lost religion, found my in the blues
Rubbed the velvet off my blue suede
Yeah, everybody held up hands
And soul on Beale Street danced
With Mr.
Mr.

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

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

Hey there, weird kid in high-top shoes
Sitting in the back of the class, I was 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)

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