Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth Hurts So This Should Be Painless

Other as I lay asleep
I woke to the sound of the ring.
Reached for the I tried to be brave,
'Cause only would call that late.
It been the whiskey it could've been the coke,
Either way he was his hope.
He asked me do I sit and
About the I do and what they mean.
I said "in we all got a choice.
You find your song you gotta use your voice.
your breath and count to three,
If you know the words sing with me."

side are you on my friend?
Which are you on?
You've grown your life in the shallow
it up to the sun.
We all wish we were younger then, so we have an excuse.
Shut our mouths in the virgin banes; in the of a hundred years.
Just lonely evening,
a waste of a Saturday night.
Just early Sundays coming.
looks different in the light.

It's common sense of
the notes we sing to the books we read.
From the writer's pen to the feet,
Somewhere in the we all meet.
It's a tragic tale of
From the wars we wage in the of peace.
From a laugh to a soldier's fear,
in the moment we all share.
It's a wave of urgency,
You and I have to change these
Or the ground will beneath our feet.
up you and me and everything.

Truth hurts so this be painless.
All feel is a pinch in your spine.
From the place where the rosin bombs
Before you and had a good time.
has so many faces
Never which one hes hidin behind
Till the two of you take of your
Tell each other the lines.
Just another lonely
a waste of a Saturday night.
Just early Sundays coming
Everything looks in the light

side are you on my friend?
Which are you on?
You've grown life in the shallow grave;
it up to the sun.
We all wish we younger then, so we would have an excuse.
Shut our mouths in the banes; in the lies of a hundred years.
Just lonely evening,
a waste of a Saturday night.
Just another Sundays coming.
Everything different in the light.