Luyện nghe bài hát Books and Letters

With your held high,
Pretend that you're without me.
And I'm better now I'm without your fears.
And I'll write down, sound it out.
And pretend there's something more in your town.

I'll sit through months away from home you.
And 4, 000 miles is all I need,
For you to what you need.
But you're cut and exposed,
And I've felt more at home.
But I'll pretend something more left in your town.

I'm in and out of love,
Finally what we were made of.
"Oh, done."
By summer I'll have you on knees,
Come August and lie right through your teeth.
And it's oh so typical but I need.

I'm writing books letters,
That I'm you'll never read.
I'm searching a postcard,
To find any of me.
But traded thoughts of me,
And Letters
For new life that comes cheap.
And I can only pray it falls beneath feet.

I'm in and out of love,
Finally stopping what we made of.
"Oh, done."
By summer have you on your knees,
Come August and you'll lie through your teeth.
And oh so typical but what I need.

You're done it's what I need,
(I'm in and out of love.)
(You and...) Your violent to come clean.

I'm in and out of love,
Finally what we were made of.
"Oh, done."
By I'll have you on your knees,
Come August and lie right through your teeth.
And it's oh so but what I need.

"You're done."
It's just what I