Luyện nghe bài hát Following Love

Cannot find the
To keep this heart
Its and requirements
Are of the kind

And the local girls
Does not help me with my
In I think theyre here to torture me tonight

Its a night for torture
Ill the weapons
Like these old high tools
That me that I need her
And this phonebook
That tells me not to call her

And all of my friends are rock star
And they all to agree
there is no love or comfort
In the of plain company

And though I question intentions
And claims to be scholarly
The half truths ring full truths to me

And if I dissatisfied
Mrs. Read Between the Lines
Shes 45
Or so numbers are labels are given by angels
No thats not a blessing, no not a blessing in disguise

Like these old high tools
That me that I need her
And these buddies
That me to go get her
And the of men in me
That speaks to
He asks is it worth the effort
And the time Ill spend alone with a I can not see
Can be chalked up to the youngest or the of men in me

Yes I despise my coming to or falling on notions
Its the life that and stings of her perfection
She was enough to perfection
You can check the
She was not 17, she was not hanging off grocery machines

Like these old school tools
That tells me that I her
And this treatment
tells me not to call her anymore