Luyện nghe bài hát Telephone Book

I look at my book
I look at my telephone
I can't stand the way it
I hate to think the way you

Me into a burnin' rage
I your name on every page
You don't return my

You don't return my
You return my calls
I'm ready to bust the walls
I'm going down Falls

In a of fun
Hey, I a lucky one
You don't my calls

My telephone book is the red
My telephone is the color red
The red is all in my
Some things are better unsaid

Is why you don't try
To acknowledge or
Why you don't return my

I at my telephone book
I at my telephone book
I can't the way it look
I to think the way you took

Me down into a burnin'
I wrote your name on every
You return my calls

Did you from an old friend
I knew once way when
I did some bad to myself
And my

Or did you happen to an old song I once sang
Did it make your sweet blood run cold in your veins
you never think of me the same