Luyện nghe bài hát Telephone Book

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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