Luyện nghe bài hát Comeback

He was a
He was a punk-ass useless slob and he didn't 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 o'clock 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 suddenly how to flirt.
He took a Tic-Tac (he 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 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 and the ruin (standing side by side) and they know what they're doin'.
In fact he feels 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 found enough dinero to pay for things from the Goodwill 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 some SpeedStick from the guy in the 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 he didn't play it anymore. (Whoa!)
Shaved face, smooth as onion, dressed in out-of-fashion clothes, ready for their secret tryst about everybody knows....
And perfectly cool.
He's always a big fool.
But to her, he thinks he's finally pulling away from the devil, he's just begun;
His strength is coming right back like a prodigal son, a prodigal son.
(breakdown:)
One step forward, two back. (Plastic falling behind)
One step forward, two back. (No dice, he chose the moves he made)
And the moves he made led him away, away from the game.
Same old old, but further away...
And he still finds life but he submits his thesis humbly: God is great, the devil is bad, and somewhere in the middle there's you and me...
In the wreckage and ruin (standing side by side) and they what they're doin'.
She is the oil can to his tin man, the extra stuffing to his scarecrow, the rays to his Incredible Hulk (though that sounds crude)
And he feels he is finally pulling away from the devil since he met her.
I wrote this to express the gratitude of a punk-ass dude.