Luyện nghe bài hát Books and Letters

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

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

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

I'm books through letters,
That I'm sure never read.
I'm through a postcard,
To find any of me.
But you've traded of me,
And Letters
For new life that comes cheap.
And I can only pray it beneath your feet.

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

You're 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 we were made of.
"Oh, done."
By summer I'll have you on knees,
Come and you'll lie right through your teeth.
And it's oh so but what I need.

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