Luyện nghe bài hát Pick Up The Phone

Uhh, I need a minute to replenish who I am
And who I am is so dependent on exactly we stand
I in any pose, anything but tippy-toes
But don't want you to smaller, always taller
Now I'm a cheerleader, she a
The difference in height isn't aight, I left my ego at the
Now every ring's a sting and I taught ya
Is coming back around to me, just revolvers
And every click is just hammering it home
Who knew Russian involved answering the phone?
Until my dwindles or my channel is in roam
Or my cellphone dies or it's in my dome
And dear nix the tone, as I pull my pain out
One of your short nodes, might blow my brains out
But you even pick up
Talking to myself, exactly what you of

Feeling kinda
Did you get my
It's swirling and so
No, don't tell me you care
When I you're standing there
I left the story of my life on 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 up the fuckin' phone?

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

Feeling restless
Did you get my
It's around and so
I give you reasons
Tell you I'm feeling
But none of these are secure
No, don't tell me that you
When I know you're standing
I the story of my life on your answering machine
My run off your shoes
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, you pick 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 back and
As the rubber curly cord absorbs all my words
Will you us then connect us or neglect us on the whole
Into the wall, then the wires on the telephone poles
bounces off the towers, then up into the satellites
Then falls down back to Earth to a broken heart back to life
all the time, lost an appetite and lack of sleep
If it's dead and flatten line, I'll leave a message at the

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