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

Other night as I lay
I to the sound of the telephone ring.
Reached for the I tried to be brave,
'Cause only trouble would call late.
It been the whiskey it could've been 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 your you gotta use your voice.
your breath and count to three,
If you the words sing along with me."

Which 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 younger then, so we would have an excuse.
Shut our mouths in the virgin banes; in the of a hundred years.
Just another evening,
What a waste of a night.
Just another early coming.
looks different in the light.

It's common sense of
From the 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
From the we wage in the name 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 have to change things
Or the ground will beneath our feet.
up you and me and everything.

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

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