Luyện nghe bài hát Ugly Truth

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

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

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

And the truth, my friend
The truth, my friend
I got proof, my
And the truth

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

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

the cradle to the grave
You will always be a
To the quiet
Of your

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