Luyện nghe bài hát Pick Up The Phone

Uhh, I just need a minute to who I am
And who I am is so dependent on where we stand
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 isn't aight, I my ego at the alter
Now every ring's a and everything I taught ya
Is coming back to me, just like revolvers
And every single is just hammering it home
Who knew Russian involved answering the phone?
my signal 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 ain't pick up
Talking to myself, what you sick of

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

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 tree in the forest and
No one is around, does it make a sound?
romantic and profound, but now
We're like lumberjacks holding the axes brung it down
So I'm now on your message, 'bout "Remember?"
in return, that 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 was rooting for us
ate the flowers, T-Rex ate the Brontosaurus
And then the T-Rex turned around and ate the
why I lost my FTD endorsements
But that's not important
My a snitch, my melancholy informant
Despair a wire, my longing rapping a song
My worry is a rat, my lonely the phone

kinda restless
Did you get my
It's swirling and so
I wanna give you
you what I'm feeling
But none of these are secure
No, don't me that you care
I know you're standing there
I left the of my life on your answering machine
My run off your shoes
Like from a goose
You try to wash off all the
But hands aren't getting 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 back and
As the rubber cord just absorbs all my words
Will you collect us then connect us or us on the whole
Into the wall, cross the wires on the telephone poles
bounces off the towers, then up into the satellites
Then down back to Earth to bring a broken heart back to life
Happens all the time, an appetite and lack of sleep
If it's dead and line, I'll leave 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, would you pick up the
you pick up the phone?
Would you up the phone?
Hello, would you up the fuckin' phone?