Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing Left To Do

Una mirada que matan
De rodillas en
Una palabra y no puede el no
Una y su alma quiebra con

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

Sus demonios fuertes
noche su alma apuesta

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

Shared a rock then went to her
Substances and adrenaline made his heart
So floating on a white cloud
So surreal premonition of a white

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

Had his night of empty with his belle
If he could only from 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 back, lean back, lean back
left to do but lean back and sit and wait

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

World around him getting
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 woman not all she seemed
Soon grim and not a dream
Wasnt the first certainly, not her
Moment of weakness victim of her past

Had his of empty pleasure with his belle
If he could only from this 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 to do but lean back, lean back, lean back
Nothing to do but lean back 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

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

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

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

Nothing left to do but lean 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 back and sit and wait

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

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