Luyện nghe bài hát Heavy Rotation

There's a about us on the radio.
I it blare everywhere I go.
Or is it in my imagination,
catchy, sad song on every station?
Is it only my own in heavy rotation?

Who made our sound so sweet,
my heart, animating my feet,
Turning sleepless to endorphin burst,
all the best feelings out of the worst?

I'm to the soundtrack of my grief,
out tears of relief,
Remembering you joy,
Thanks to honey-voiced boy--
Or is it a she, me?

in love felt more like rising.
The future so tantalizing.
Falling out again was bitterly
It had like a one-way climb.

But even a hit song has to slip down the charts,
Having its share of shattered hearts.
We endure the stops so we can the starts,
and lows smoothed out by time--
Cruel, time.

There's a about us on the radio,
Who arranged or produced or wrote or mixed it, I know.
I guess I like to pretend it from me,
That I made something out of our misery.

I'm dancing kinda slow and fast,
Savoring and my past,
Closing my to take in the view
That singer has opened of me and you.
He or she is me,
With a story us.