Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing Left To Do

Una mirada que matan
De en tentacion
Una y no puede darle el no
Una noche y su alma con

Tremenda y quien puede reprocharle
ese momento de flojedad
Veneno tierno que la ansiedad
da tan confuso

Sus demonios fuertes
Cada su alma apuesta

Warm smile, long hair
Pretty green and skin damned fair
For sure lucky to get with a girl that
Couldnt this chance no matter what

Shared a rock then to her place
and adrenaline made his heart race
So floating on a white cloud
So surreal 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 became of her past

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

and slandering wont relent
Day after day giving no chance to
Routinely insulted, no or respect
No chance to or chance to reflect

World around him getting
Heavy carried on his shoulders
Tellin him, I ya, none to turn to and no support
No to cry on for his life cut short

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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