Luyện nghe bài hát Tears Run Dry

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

So let go

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

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

Standing in front of mirrors make me look best
Rolling on something special to me forget
Mum and Daddy came to this country and 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 of things you don't say in a text
I wont even listen to this cos it makes me depressed
'cos I didn't ever do anything to you
Feels like I don't have anybody to to
You were the only I let into my circle
Closer than and Nettie in the colour purple
Saw her the other day she said she's going to nurse
me her BBM and said we should keep it virtual
But I think we should just and just let it die I'll just put on my fucking shades
and pretend fine

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

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

But my run dry
But my run dry
Oh my won't die
your not there

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

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