Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing Left To Do

Una ojos que matan
De rodillas en
Una palabra y no darle el no
Una y su alma quiebra con

Tremenda fuerza y quien puede
Conosco ese de flojedad
Veneno que siembra la ansiedad
Cada da tan

Sus demonios fuertes
Cada noche su alma

smile, long blonde hair
Pretty green and skin damned fair
For sure lucky to get a girl like that
Couldnt pass this chance no what

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pretty though not all she seemed
grim reality and not a dream
Wasnt the first certainly, not her
of weakness became 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
left to do but lean back and sit and wait
Nothing to do but lean back, lean back, lean back
left to do but lean back 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 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 tree drought

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

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

Nothing to do but lean back 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

Had his night of pleasure with his belle
If he could only 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 back and sit and wait
Nothing left to do but lean back, lean back, lean
Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and