Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Misunderstood

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

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

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

First time I met Hannah, I was skinny as a rail
Red tied up in a blue bandana
She was hotter than the Hell
She turned me on to Back Porch Pickers, Pollock, and gin
Her didn't trust my intentions
So he to his daddy's old four-ten
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
Rubbed the velvet off my blue shoes
Yeah, held up their hands
And soul on Beale Street danced
With Mr.
Mr.

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

They're standing in line, chasing the
Til the big things and already was
A if they know, what they're trying to find
If it that same old, been-done kind, yeah
the head-scratchers fits
I wondered how in the hell missed
A Mr.
Mr.

Hey there, kid in your high-top shoes
Sitting in the 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)

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