Luyện nghe bài hát Tears Run Dry

Nothing to borrow, there's no regrets
Your shadows are falling, it's no one's there
But my run dry, but my tears run dry
Oh, my won't die when you're not there

So let go

Feet into the pot of the tears
first into the tunnel of fears
Had to fend for a son at 21, old enough to be a mom by a couple of years
Cuddle all of your kids, you'll be cuddling theirs
And we go and say our names and your mom the prayers
when you said get a job, you can have a career
I fought that shit, but too humble to
Yeah, maybe this world her blessings
The truth can be hard to swallow should I to these questions
I'm stuck in the fucking middle on either side of the fences of all this blinding and f'ing just drive me Down to my
This a mid life crisis is this some of depression
Like a substitute teacher I wanna you a lesson
And I, I think we should live and let it doubt, just put on my fucking

But my run dry, but my tears run dry
Oh, my fears won't die you're not there
So let go

Standing in of mirrors that make me look best
Rolling on something to make me forget
Mum and Daddy came to this and gave me the best
But all the money in the world replying the debt
taking a cheque my girl got impatient and left
Still have a damier canvas of the ex
She sending me the sort of things you don't say in a
I wont even listen to this song cos it me depressed
'cos I didn't ever do to hurt you
Feels like I don't have to turn to
You were the woman I let into my circle
Closer than Celie and Nettie in the purple
Saw her the other day she said she's going to nurse
Gave me her BBM and said we should it virtual
But I think we should live and just let it die I'll just put on my fucking shades
and everything's fine

But my run dry
But my run dry
Oh my won't die
When not there
So let go

They said I to have it, guess I got it back
They I fucking lost it, guess I got it back
The pot can't call the black
a double shot of pride, swallow that
Gave your sister my number if you ever chat
Heard she gave it you, you never hollered back
Said there was too much on your plate but it that
You was like an email a file you just got attached
Read your article and even need to diss you
Cover shoot I they put you in a different issue
And tell your girl I mwah ciao and bisou bisou
She was on my tour bus for a month and didn't even you
After the shit we did its crazy if she even you
Here's some aloe kleenex if you need a tissue
I think we should and just let it die
I'll put on my fucking shades and pretend everything fine

But my run dry
But my run dry
Oh my fields die
your not there

They said I used to have it, I got it back
They said I lost it, guess I got it back
The pot cant call the black
Here's a double shot of swallow that

They said I used to it, guess I got it back
They I fucking lost it, guess I got it back
The pot cant call the kettle
Here's a double shot of pride that