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 exactly where we
I stand in any pose, anything but
But don't you to feel smaller, always taller
Now I'm a cheerleader, she a
The in height isn't aight, I left my ego at the alter
Now every a sting and everything I taught ya
Is back around to me, just like revolvers
And every single click is just it home
Who knew Russian roulette answering the phone?
Until my signal dwindles or my is in roam
Or my dies or it's cancer in my dome
And nix the tone, as I pull my fuckin' pain out
One of your short nodes, blow my fuckin' brains out
But you ain't even up
to myself, exactly what you sick of

Feeling kinda
Did you get my
It's around and so
No, don't tell me you care
When I know you're standing
I left the story of my on your answering machine

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 fuckin'

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

kinda restless
Did you get my
It's swirling and so
I wanna give you
Tell you what I'm
But none of lines are secure
No, don't tell me that you
When I know standing there
I left the story of my life on answering machine
My tears run off shoes
waters from a goose
You try to wash off all the
But your aren't getting clean

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 phone?

The on receivers as you sit back and observe
As the rubber curly cord absorbs all my words
Will you us then connect us or neglect us on the whole
the wall, then cross 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 back to
Happens all the time, lost an appetite and lack of
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, you pick up the phone?
Would you pick up the
Would you pick up the
Hello, would you pick up the fuckin'