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 line I to be brave,
only trouble would call that 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 what mean.
I said "in we all got a choice.
You gotta find song you gotta use your voice.
Hold your breath and to three,
If you know the words sing along me."

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

It's common of history
From the we sing to the books we read.
the writer's pen to the dancer's feet,
Somewhere in the we all meet.
It's a tragic tale of
From the wars we in the name 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 have to these things
Or the ground will break our feet.
up you and me and everything.

Truth so this should be painless.
All you'll feel is a in your spine.
From the place where the rosin bombs
Before you went and had a time.
Devil has so faces
Never know which one hes behind
Till the two of you take of your
Tell each the sweetest lines.
Just another lonely
a waste of a Saturday night.
Just another early Sundays
Everything different in the light

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 younger then, so we have an excuse.
Shut our in the virgin banes; in the lies of a hundred years.
another lonely evening,
What a of a Saturday night.
Just another Sundays coming.
Everything different in the light.