Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing Left To Do

Una mirada que matan
De en tentacion
Una palabra y no puede el no
Una noche y su quiebra con

Tremenda fuerza y puede reprocharle
Conosco ese momento de
Veneno que siembra la ansiedad
Cada da tan

Sus fuertes intrusos
Cada noche su apuesta

smile, long blonde 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 went to her place
Substances and adrenaline made his race
So unreal floating on a cloud
So premonition of a white shroud

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

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

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

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

World him getting colder
Heavy burden on his shoulders
Tellin him, I ya, none to turn to and no support
No to cry on for his life cut short

Pretty though not all she seemed
grim reality and not a dream
Wasnt the first certainly, not her
Moment of weakness became victim of her

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

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

results, result of his whim
But BS should happen to others not him
The poison slowly runnin through his
and damned by men as if theyre God

Lord knows that its hard, frozen out by best and excluded
Spend his cold days alone and secluded
What life is about? Thoughts running between confusion and
Fading like a tree from drought

Mmm, gettin day by day, future lookin bleaker
Suffering in pain, slowly dying, mama
by this virus, slowly fading away, hey
Fading gradually a tree from drought

Had his night of empty pleasure his belle
If he could escape from this 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 and sit and wait

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

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