Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Misunderstood

Hey there, weird kid in your high-top
in the back of the class, I was just like you
Always left out, fit in
Owning that path walking in
Mr.
Mr.

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

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

First I met Alabama Hannah, I was skinny as a rail
Red hair tied up in a blue
She was hotter than the Hell
She me on to Back Porch Pickers, Jackson Pollock, and gin
Her daddy didn't 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 up again
I lost religion, found my in the blues
Rubbed the velvet off my blue suede
Yeah, held up their hands
And soul on Beale Street danced
Mr. Misunderstood
Mr.

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

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

Hey there, weird kid in your 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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