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

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

Which are you on my friend?
side are you on?
You've grown life in the shallow grave;
it up to the sun.
We all wish we were younger then, so we would 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.

It's sense of history
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 tale of industry
From the wars we in the name of peace.
From a laugh to a soldier's fear,
Somewhere in the we all share.
It's a wave of urgency,
You and I have to change things
Or the ground will beneath our feet.
up you and me and everything.

Truth so this should be painless.
All feel is a pinch in your spine.
From the where the rosin bombs were
you went and had a good time.
Devil has so faces
Never know one hes hidin behind
Till the two of you take of clothes
Tell each other the lines.
Just another evening
a waste of a Saturday night.
Just another early Sundays
looks different in the light

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