Luyện nghe bài hát I'm So Sorry

about time for telling you off for all
your
no the roaring thunder stopped in cold
to
no
get mine and make no excuses of
precious
no
the sun on everyone, everyone
yourself to death

so you fire up, you gotta let go
you'll never be loved till you've made own
you gotta face up, you gotta get
you know the top till you get too low

a son of a
a son of a
I'm so
a son of a
a son of a
I'm so

no lies and no deceiving, man is what he
I tryin' to conceive that death is from above
no
get and make no excuses waste of
precious
no
the sun on everyone, everyone
yourself to death

so you gotta up, you gotta let go
you'll never be loved till made your own
you gotta face up, you get yours
you never know the top you get too low

chorus]

life isn't what you think it'd be
turn head for one second and the tables turn
and I know, I know that I did you
but will you trust me when I say that
make it up to you somehow,

so you fire up, you gotta let go
you'll be loved till you've made your own
you face up, you gotta get yours
you know the top till you get too low

[repeat

I'm so (x3)