Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing Left To Do

Una ojos que matan
De rodillas en
Una palabra y no puede el no
Una noche y su quiebra con

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

Sus demonios fuertes
Cada noche su apuesta

smile, long blonde hair
Pretty eyes and skin damned fair
For lucky to get with a girl like that
Couldnt pass this chance no matter

Shared a rock then went to her
Substances and adrenaline his heart race
So unreal floating on a white
So surreal of a white shroud

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

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

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

Mocking and slandering wont
Day after day giving no chance to
insulted, no concern or respect
No chance to ponder or chance to

around him getting colder
Heavy burden on his shoulders
Tellin him, I told ya, to turn to and no support
No to cry on for his life cut short

Pretty though not all she seemed
Soon grim reality and not a
Wasnt the certainly, not her last
Moment of became victim of her past

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

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

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

Lord knows that its hard, frozen out by best and excluded
Spend his cold dark alone and secluded
What life is about? Thoughts between confusion and doubt
gradually like a tree from drought

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

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

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

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

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