Luyện nghe bài hát Telephone Book

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

Me down into a rage
I wrote name on every page
You don't my calls

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

In a of fun
Hey, ain't I a one
You return my calls

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

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

I look at my telephone
I at my telephone book
I stand the way it look
I hate to think the way you

Me down into a burnin'
I wrote your name on page
You don't return my

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

Or did you happen to hear an old I once sang
Did it make your sweet sweet blood run in your veins
Will you think of me the same