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

Other as I lay asleep
I to the sound of the telephone ring.
for the line I tried to be brave,
'Cause only trouble would call late.
It could've been the whiskey it could've the coke,
way he was losin' his hope.
He me do I sit and think
About the things I do and what mean.
I "in life we all got a choice.
You gotta find your song you gotta use voice.
Hold your breath and to three,
If you know the sing along with me."

Which side are you on my
side are you on?
You've grown your in the shallow grave;
it up to the sun.
We all wish we younger then, so we would have an excuse.
Shut our in the virgin banes; in the lies of a hundred years.
Just lonely evening,
What a waste of a night.
another early 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,
in the middle we all meet.
It's a tale of industry
From the wars we wage in the of peace.
From a child's laugh to a fear,
in the moment we all share.
It's a wave of urgency,
You and I to change these things
Or the ground will break our feet.
up you and me and everything.

Truth hurts so this be painless.
All you'll is a pinch in your spine.
the place where the rosin bombs were
Before you went and had a time.
Devil has so many
Never know which one hes behind
Till the two of you take of clothes
Tell other the sweetest lines.
another lonely evening
What a of a Saturday night.
another early Sundays coming
Everything different 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 were younger then, so we would an excuse.
Shut our in the virgin banes; in the lies of a hundred years.
Just lonely evening,
What a waste of a night.
Just another early coming.
Everything looks in the light.