Luyện nghe bài hát Pick Up The Phone

Uhh, I just need a to replenish who I am
And who I am is so dependent on exactly we stand
I stand in any pose, anything but
But don't want you to feel smaller, always
Now I'm a cheerleader, she a
The in height isn't aight, I left my ego at the alter
Now every ring's a sting and I taught ya
Is coming back to me, just like revolvers
And every single click is just hammering it
Who knew Russian involved 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 fuckin' out
But you ain't pick up
Talking to myself, exactly you sick of

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

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

We were like, if a falls in the forest and
No one is around, it really make a sound?
That's 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 that can't see the forest because they're liars
But I see the forest cause of the fire
And in our prehistorics, the flowers was for us
ate the flowers, T-Rex ate the Brontosaurus
And then the T-Rex turned and ate the florist
why I lost my FTD endorsements
But really 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

Feeling restless
Did you get my
It's around and so
I wanna give you
Tell you I'm feeling
But none of these are secure
No, don't tell me that you
When I you're standing there
I left the story of my life on your machine
My tears run off shoes
Like waters from a
You try to off all the dirt
But your hands aren't clean

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

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

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