Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing Left To Do

Una mirada ojos que
De en tentacion
Una palabra y no puede el no
Una y su alma quiebra con

Tremenda fuerza y quien puede
Conosco ese de flojedad
Veneno tierno que siembra la
da tan confuso

Sus fuertes intrusos
Cada noche su alma

Warm smile, long hair
green eyes and skin damned fair
For lucky to get with a girl like that
Couldnt pass chance no matter what

Shared a rock then to her place
Substances and adrenaline his heart race
So unreal on a white cloud
So surreal premonition of a white

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

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

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

Mocking and wont relent
Day after day no chance to repent
Routinely insulted, no concern or
No chance to ponder or chance to

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

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

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

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

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

Lord knows that its hard, frozen out by best friends and
his cold dark days alone and secluded
What life is about? Thoughts running confusion and doubt
Fading gradually like a from drought

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

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

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

Had his of empty 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 lean and sit and wait
Nothing left to do but lean back, lean back, lean
Nothing left to do but lean and sit and wait