Luyện nghe bài hát Heavy Rotation

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

Who made our sorrow so sweet,
my heart, animating my feet,
Turning night to endorphin burst,
Spinning all the best out of the worst?

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

Falling in love more like rising.
The future so tantalizing.
Falling out was bitterly surprising;
It had seemed like a climb.

But even a hit song has to back down the charts,
Having soothed its of shattered hearts.
We endure the so we can embrace the starts,
Highs and lows out by time--
Cruel, time.

There's a about us on the radio,
Who or produced or wrote or mixed it, I don't know.
I I like to pretend it came from me,
That I made beautiful out of our misery.

I'm dancing kinda and kinda 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.