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 call that late.
It been the whiskey it could've been the coke,
way he was losin' his hope.
He me do I sit and think
About the things I do and they mean.
I "in life we all got a choice.
You gotta find your song you use your voice.
Hold your breath and to three,
If you the words sing along with 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 we were younger then, so we would have an excuse.
Shut our mouths in the virgin banes; in the of a hundred years.
another lonely evening,
What a waste of a night.
Just early Sundays coming.
looks different in the light.

It's common sense of
From the notes we to the books we read.
From the writer's pen to the feet,
in the middle we all meet.
It's a tragic of industry
the wars 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 to change these things
Or the will break beneath our feet.
up you and me and everything.

Truth so this should be painless.
All feel is a pinch in your spine.
From the place where the rosin were
Before you went and had a time.
Devil has so many
Never which one hes hidin behind
Till the two of you of your clothes
Tell each other the lines.
Just lonely evening
What a waste of a night.
Just early Sundays coming
looks different in the light

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 were younger then, so we would 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.
looks different in the light.