Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing Left To Do

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

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

Sus demonios intrusos
Cada noche su alma

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

a rock then went to her place
Substances and adrenaline made his heart
So unreal floating on a white
So surreal premonition of a shroud

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

Had his night of pleasure 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 and sit and wait
Nothing left to do but back, lean back, lean back
left to do but lean back and sit and wait

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

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

woman though not all she seemed
Soon grim and not a dream
Wasnt the first certainly, not her
Moment of weakness became 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 left to do but back and sit and wait

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

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

Mmm, gettin weaker day by day, future lookin
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 only from this hell
back time, but time gone, too late

Nothing left to do but lean 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 back and sit and wait

Had his night of pleasure 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 back, lean back, lean back
Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and