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 where we stand
I stand in any pose, anything but
But want you to feel 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 everything I ya
Is back around to me, just like revolvers
And every single is just hammering it home
Who knew Russian roulette involved the phone?
my signal dwindles or my channel is in roam
Or my cellphone dies or cancer in my dome
And dear nix the tone, as I pull my pain out
One of your short nodes, might my fuckin' brains out
But you even 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
When I know you're standing
I left the of my life 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 falls in the forest and
No one is around, does it really make a
That's and profound, but now
We're like lumberjacks holding the that brung it down
So I'm now on message, talm 'bout "Remember?"
Silence in return, that like 'Timber!"
There's some that can't see the forest 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 the T-Rex turned around and ate the florist
That's why I my FTD endorsements
But that's really not
My sadness' a snitch, my informant
Despair wears a wire, my rapping a song
My worry is a rat, my lonely tapping the

kinda restless
Did you get my
It's swirling and so
I give you reasons
you what I'm feeling
But none of these are secure
No, don't me that you care
When I know you're there
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, you pick up the phone?
Hello, can you me?
Hello, are you
Hello, would you pick up the phone?

The make-believers on receivers as you sit back and
As the rubber cord just absorbs all my words
you collect us then connect us or neglect us on the whole
Into the wall, then cross the wires on the telephone
Then bounces off the towers, up into the satellites
Then falls down to Earth to bring a broken heart back to life
Happens all the time, lost an and lack of sleep
If dead 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 up the phone?
Would you up the phone?
you pick up the phone?
Hello, would you up the fuckin' phone?