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,
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 I do and what they mean.
I said "in we all got a choice.
You gotta find song you gotta use your voice.
your breath 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 your life in the shallow
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 another evening,
a waste of a Saturday night.
Just another Sundays coming.
looks different in the light.

It's sense of history
the notes we sing to the books we read.
From the writer's pen to the feet,
in the middle we all meet.
It's a tale 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 nagging of urgency,
You and I have to change things
Or the ground break beneath our feet.
up you and me and everything.

Truth hurts so this be painless.
All you'll is a pinch in your spine.
From the place the rosin bombs were
Before you and had a good time.
Devil has so many
Never which one hes hidin behind
Till the two of you of your clothes
Tell each the sweetest lines.
Just lonely evening
What a waste of a night.
Just early Sundays coming
Everything looks 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.
our mouths in the virgin banes; in the lies of a hundred years.
Just lonely evening,
a waste of a Saturday night.
Just another Sundays coming.
Everything looks in the light.