Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing Left To Do

Una mirada que matan
De rodillas en
Una palabra y no darle el no
Una noche y su alma con

fuerza y quien puede reprocharle
Conosco ese momento de
tierno que siembra la ansiedad
Cada da tan

Sus fuertes intrusos
Cada noche su alma

Warm smile, long blonde
Pretty green eyes and damned fair
For sure to get with 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 white
So premonition of a white shroud

Pretty though not all she seemed
Soon grim and not a dream
the first certainly, not her last
Moment of weakness victim of her past

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

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

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

World around him colder
burden carried on his shoulders
Tellin him, I told ya, none to to and no support
No shoulder to cry on for his life cut

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

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

Nothing left to do but back 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 lean and sit and wait

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

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

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

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

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

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

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