Mr. Misunderstood - Eric Church - текст песни и перевод слов, слушать онлайн бесплатно

2019 язык: английский

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Песня Mr. Misunderstood группы Eric Church из альбома 61 Days In Church Volume 5 была записана в 2019 году лейблом An EMI Records Nashville Release;, язык песни английский, ниже вы найдете ее перевод на русском языке, песня исполняется в жанре кантри, вы можете слушать ее, изучить слова или скачать текст бесплатно, прокомментировать, как саму песню так и смысл который она в себе несет.

исполнитель:

Eric Church McKinley James

альбом:

61 Days In Church Volume 5

лейбл:

An EMI Records Nashville Release;

жанр:

Кантри

Hey there, weird kid in your high-top shoes

Sitting in the back of the class; I was just like you

Always left out, never fit in

Owning that path you’re walking in

Mr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood

Now, your buddies get their rocks off on Top 40 radio

But you love your daddy’s vinyl, old-time rock and roll

Elvis Costello, Ray Wylie Hubbard

And think Jeff Tweedy is one bad mother

Mr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood

One day you’ll lead the charge, you’ll lead the band

Guitar Hero with lightnin' hands

And the girls will like your tattoos and the veins in your arms

They’ll be helpless to your musical charms

And they’ll all hold up their hands

They’ll all wanna dance

Mr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood

First time I met Alabama Hannah, I was skinny as a rail

Red hair tied up in a blue bandanna

She was hotter than the Devil’s hell

She turned me on to Back Porch Pickers

Jackson Pollock, and gin

Her daddy didn’t trust my intentions

So he turned to his daddy’s old .410

I’m Mr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood

Had an axe to grind, so off I went

Mad at the sun for coming up again

I lost religion, found my soul in the blues

Rubbed the velvet off my blue suede shoes

Yeah, everybody held up their hands

And every soul on Beale Street danced

With Mr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood

So I went with it like a colt on my Plymouth

Through the glass behind my rear-view

Took a left when the world went right down 16th Avenue

Played with fire and I played on ledges

Every circus, stage, and county fair

They tried to file my points, sand my edges

And I just grew out my hair

I’m Mr. Misunderstood, I’m Mr. Misunderstood

They’re standing in line, chasing the buzz

Til the next big things and already was

And hell if they know what they’re trying to find

If it ain’t that same old, been-done kind

Yeah, gives the head-scratchers fits

Wondering how in the hell they missed

I’m Mr. Misunderstood, Mr. Misunderstood

Hey there, weird kid in your high-top shoes

Sitting in the back of the class; I was just like you

Mr. Misunderstood (I understand)

I’m Mr. Misunderstood (let's go out of here)