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,
That catchy, sad song on every
Is it only my own pain in rotation?

Who our sorrow sound so sweet,
my heart, animating my feet,
Turning sleepless night to burst,
Spinning all the feelings 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 felt more like rising.
The looked so tantalizing.
Falling out again was surprising;
It had seemed like a climb.

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

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

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