Luyện nghe bài hát Books and Letters

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

sit through months away from home without you.
And 4, 000 miles is all I need,
For you to realize you need.
But you're cut and exposed,
And I've never more at home.
But I'll pretend there's more left in your town.

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

I'm writing books letters,
That I'm sure you'll read.
I'm searching a postcard,
To find any of me.
But traded thoughts of me,
Books And
For new life that comes cheap.
And I can pray it falls beneath your feet.

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

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

I'm in and out of love,
Finally stopping what we were 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."
just what I need