Luyện nghe bài hát Ugly Truth

Hide your background, your fame
your given middle name
Swallow your pride, swallow pills
In your up in the hills

Leave your husband, your wife
Keep on running whole life
Sweep your under the rug
Fix your hurt with a little

the cradle to the grave
You always be a slave
To the darkness
Of memories

And that's the truth, my
The truth, my friend
I got proof, my
And that's the

Keep secrets to yourself
your paperbacks up on a shelf
Burn the bridges, your friends
Blow kisses and make amends

Stake the high but take the low
No one but you and God will ever
You play it off, win or lose
Either way, love, you'll get the

From the to the grave
You will be a slave
To the darkness
Of your

And that's the truth, my
The ugly truth, my
I got proof, my
And that's the
I got proof, my
And that's the