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

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.
our mouths in the virgin banes; in the lies 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 pen to the dancer's feet,
in the middle we all meet.
It's a tragic of industry
the wars we wage in the name 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 these things
Or the ground break beneath our feet.
up you and me and everything.

Truth hurts so this be painless.
All you'll feel is a pinch in spine.
From the place where the rosin bombs
Before you went and had a time.
Devil has so faces
know which one hes hidin behind
Till the two of you take of your
Tell other the sweetest lines.
Just another evening
What a of a Saturday night.
Just another early Sundays
Everything looks different in the

side are you on my friend?
Which are you on?
grown 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 virgin banes; in the lies of a years.
Just lonely evening,
What a waste of a night.
Just another Sundays coming.
Everything different in the light.