Luyện nghe bài hát Books and Letters

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

I'll sit through months from home without you.
And 4, 000 away is all I need,
For you to realize you need.
But clean cut and exposed,
And I've felt more at home.
But I'll pretend there's something more left in town.

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 lie right through your teeth.
And it's oh so but what I need.

I'm writing books letters,
That I'm you'll never read.
I'm through a postcard,
To any trace of me.
But you've traded of me,
Books And
For new life that comes cheap.
And I can only it falls beneath your feet.

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 lie right through your teeth.
And oh so typical but what I need.

You're it's just 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 summer I'll have you on knees,
Come August and lie right through your teeth.
And it's oh so typical but I need.

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