Luyện nghe bài hát Cosas de la vida (english)

A story to tell, yes, these are of life ...

fallen many times throughout this life
I've learned to get up in the fall,
penalties are not forgotten nor pot or drink,
Game Over can well and lose the game,
for you can not imagine
colleagues who to betray,
you just more questions solucionarte,
few sentences to drown,
managed to as many beautiful ladies.

When something is not right you can not silent,
you know that something needed to fill the
must follow a line firmly in that way
you fight and continues to sink but erect.

everything goes wrong just wait no hurry,
Always look at your picture is my view,
I have always been pessimistic and I I will remain
because going well and you still see memories.

It was not your intention I could not forget your betrayal,
he died, and my heart stopped beating,
locked me in your prison prior justification
Why did you I ask without giving an explanation.

As a result I became a suspicious,
because life you just have to accept sticks,
in my eyes is pure hatred and resentment,
you do not the pain it feels like to lose everything.

I locked in a corner room and I began to mourn
"Tell me what the good is it if you're not"
want to my mind all the bad times,
I this child to remain strong in despair,
but I see reflected in that dark glass
those days together at the portal,
which touched your lips that was great
I remember to be with you till the end.

There are things in are things in your story,
everyday things there are penalties but glory,
days on days you fly you fall in pits,
planted in the garden is and roses. (x2)

One day everything is blurred and is no will to live,
is nothing to go there is nothing that makes you smile,
and in the end you end up with their pain,
a single just wanting to slit wrists.

For friends, it fail as a rule,
I trusted you and the is deformed,
escaped my fragile mind all,
between sentences, box and I came out of the mud.

If you look blindly all in your good,
as true friends one hundred,
I know I can only on pen and paper,
tell you my because I do not feel like a fool,
I tell one to one my deepest secrets,
for neither will laugh at me or out worldwide,
I have failed so many times that I count
I do not the truth perhaps 30 or 40
and is that than half under a mask emmasca,
them all earn interest greed,
lose friends than were ever win
iran where day by day I wonder, where will go.

I no longer expect anything anyone,
I I do not understand,
I not mention even a name,
I do not it worthwhile.

There are no but me I have to myself,
I know I can live without falling into the abyss
is the account of any anywhere
no one can fail you,
These are just tips that can give little guy,
but there I leave in your hands as to trust a.

Because time is but the people also,
because time is passing and will stop,
because are many things still to learn,
because there is still a path in that I choose.

(Because) They are things in are things in your story,
everyday things there are but also glory,
days on which you fly you fall in pits,
in the garden is weeds and roses. (x2)

And are things in life, of my story,
tale that became more grief than glory,
slag shed on a pillow,
Unfortunately for me and me to the bed.

paranoia and a bitter loneliness,
I the lady who loved truth,
sheets every morning thinking about you I cry,
That night we discussed was the last I saw you.

And I wonder why each you gave me,
because if you trust the because it was missing,
because luck with me,
no wonder you do not a shred of hope.

with no exit, I look and do not encounter
in the only you're in my thoughts is
exactly where they are well the feelings,
the cries my heart beats so slow.

After months sometimes I still think I was your child,
those kisses on the neck and lovingly,
llenban me you me hope and illusion,
I remember the day he died my heart.

I remember my for you have given
I doubt there is who loves you as I have loved,
never missed anything because I you everything
I sleep and wake up knowing you never lost.

And although I find it to accept still in my mind
try to but do not know if I want,
we all know that does not lead anywhere,
is dark from the day you left me.

Luckily I away and lost hope,
does not forgive forget and do not expect the needle advances,
I forgive and never I'm lonely and empty,
I never regretted the time they together.

(Because) They are things in life are in your story,
everyday things there are penalties but glory,
days on days you fly you fall in pits,
in the garden is weeds and roses. (x2)

That life is shit corroborated,
do not do anything it and we crossed arms,
to hide complain drown sorrows in bottles,
any without thinking about consequences involved.

Engañate lives to saying that life is beautiful,
spend hours, days, months, years and even it,
the damage went live today or tomorrow,
This is the story of someone who no longer anything.

Appreciate what you have before you away
because many and it is too late,
and tears, alone in a silence broken
time goes in his dead body.

You each moment as if it were your last breath
polluted air in the twilight
final end of the last
how to call episode has no title.