Luyện nghe bài hát Telephone Book

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

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

You don't my calls
You don't my calls
I'm to bust down 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 book is the color red
The red is all in my
things are left better unsaid

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

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

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

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

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