Luyện nghe bài hát Pick Up The Phone

Uhh, I just a minute to replenish who I am
And who I am is so dependent on exactly where we
I in any pose, anything but tippy-toes
But don't you to feel smaller, always taller
Now I'm a cheerleader, she a
The difference in height aight, I left my ego at the alter
Now every ring's a and everything I taught ya
Is coming around to me, just like revolvers
And every single click is hammering it home
Who knew Russian roulette answering the phone?
Until my signal dwindles or my channel is in
Or my cellphone or it's cancer in my dome
And dear nix the tone, as I my fuckin' pain out
One of your short nodes, might blow my brains out
But you ain't even up
Talking to myself, exactly you sick of

Feeling kinda
Did you get my
swirling around and so
No, don't tell me that you
I know you're standing there
I left the of my life on your answering machine

Hello, can you me?
Hello, are you
Hello, would you up the phone?
Hello, can you me?
Hello, are you
Hello, would you pick up the fuckin'

We like, if a tree falls in the forest and
No one is around, does it really a sound?
romantic and profound, but now
We're like lumberjacks the axes that brung it down
So I'm now on your message, talm "Remember?"
Silence in return, sound like 'Timber!"
There's some that can't see the forest because liars
But I can't see the cause of the fire
And in our prehistorics, the flowers was for us
ate the flowers, T-Rex ate the Brontosaurus
And then the turned around and ate the florist
That's why I my FTD endorsements
But that's not important
My sadness' a snitch, my informant
Despair a wire, my longing rapping a song
My worry is a rat, my lonely tapping the

kinda restless
Did you get my
It's around and so
I wanna you reasons
Tell you what I'm
But none of these lines are
No, don't tell me you care
When I know you're standing
I left the story of my life on your machine
My tears run off your
Like from a goose
You try to off all the dirt
But your hands aren't getting

Hello, can you me?
Hello, are you
Hello, would you pick up the
Hello, can you me?
Hello, are you
Hello, you pick up the fuckin' phone?

The make-believers on receivers as you sit back and
As the rubber curly cord just all my words
Will you collect us then us or neglect us on the whole
the wall, then cross the wires on the telephone poles
Then off the towers, then up into the satellites
Then falls down back to to bring a broken heart back to life
Happens all the time, lost an appetite and lack of
If it's dead and flatten line, I'll a message at the beep

Hello, can you me?
Hello, are you
Hello, would you up the phone?
Hello, can you me?
Hello, are you
Hello, you pick up the phone?
Would you up the phone?
Would you up the phone?
Hello, you pick up the fuckin' phone?