Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Misunderstood

Hey there, weird kid in your shoes
Sitting in the back of the class, I was like you
left out, never fit in
Owning that path walking in
Mr.
Mr.

Now, your buddies get rocks off on Top 40 radio
But you love your vinyl, old-time rock and roll
Elvis Costello, Ray Hubbard, and think Jeff Tweedy
Is one bad
Mr.
Mr.

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

First time I met Alabama Hannah, I was skinny as a
Red tied up in a blue bandana
She was hotter the devil's Hell
She me on to Back Porch Pickers, Jackson Pollock, and gin
Her daddy trust my intentions
So he turned to his old four-ten
I'm Mr.
Mr.

Had an axe to grind, so off I
Mad at the sun for coming up
I lost religion, my soul in the blues
Rubbed the velvet off my blue suede
Yeah, held up their hands
And soul on Beale Street danced
With Mr.
Mr.

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

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

Hey there, weird kid in your 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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