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

side are you on my friend?
Which are you on?
You've grown your in the shallow grave;
it up to the sun.
We all we were younger then, so we would have an excuse.
Shut our in the virgin 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.

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

Truth hurts so should be painless.
All you'll feel is a pinch in spine.
From the place where the rosin bombs
Before you and had a good time.
Devil has so faces
Never know which one hes hidin
Till the two of you take of your
Tell other the sweetest lines.
another lonely evening
What a of a Saturday night.
Just another early coming
looks different in the light

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