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

Other as I lay asleep
I woke to the sound of the ring.
for the line 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 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 words along with me."

side are you on my friend?
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 banes; in the of a hundred years.
another lonely evening,
What a waste of a night.
Just another early coming.
looks different in the light.

It's common of history
From the we sing to the books we read.
From the pen to the dancer's feet,
Somewhere in the we all meet.
It's a tragic tale of
the wars we wage in the name of peace.
From a child's laugh to a fear,
Somewhere in the we all share.
a nagging wave of urgency,
You and I have to change these
Or the will break beneath our feet.
up you and me and everything.

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

Which side are you on my
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.
our mouths in the virgin banes; in the lies of a hundred years.
Just another evening,
What a of a Saturday night.
another early Sundays coming.
Everything looks in the light.