Luyện nghe bài hát This Pain

I drank the poison, you took the
It didn't get us
We called the help line to confess our
wasn't anybody there

Like the self portrait of Van Gogh
a traveler in the rain
Like a mother letting go
We learn to with pain

I why you hurt me
I why I let you
The more you me
The more I can you
It's strange, so
This pain, this that I love

The fortunetellers, forge the future
They never give you the bad
So I under cover, I saw your lover
But I'm still here you

the self-portrait of Vincent Van Gogh
Like a traveler in the
Like a finally letting go
We to live with pain

I know why you me
I why I let you
The you hurt me
The I can feel you
It's strange, so
This pain, pain that I love, that I love

I why you hurt me
I why I let you
The more you me
The I get to you
It's strange, so
This pain, pain that I love, that I love