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 return my calls

You don't my calls
You return my calls
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 my calls

My book is the color red
My telephone book is the 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 book
I look at my telephone
I stand the way it look
I hate to the way you took

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

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

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