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

Other night as I lay
I woke to the sound of the 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 asked me do I sit and
About the things I do and they mean.
I "in life we all got a choice.
You gotta find song you gotta use your voice.
Hold your and count to three,
If you know the words sing along me."

Which are you on my friend?
side are you on?
You've grown your 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 lonely evening,
What a waste of a night.
Just early Sundays coming.
Everything different in the light.

common sense of history
From the notes we sing to the we read.
the writer's pen to the dancer's feet,
Somewhere in the we all meet.
It's a tragic of industry
From the wars we wage in the of peace.
a child's laugh to a soldier's fear,
Somewhere in the we all share.
It's a wave of urgency,
You and I to change these things
Or the will 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.
the place where the rosin bombs were
Before you and had a good time.
Devil has so many
Never know which one hes hidin
Till the two of you take of clothes
Tell each the sweetest lines.
Just another lonely
What a waste of a night.
Just another early coming
looks different in the light

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