Luyện nghe bài hát Telltale Signs

Goddammit Amy, not kids anymore.
You can't just keep out of my life,
clothes on my bedroom floor.

Like nothing matters,
Like doesn't hurt,
You mean more to me by now,
Than heartbreak in a short skirt.

You kinda remind me of on my arms,
That I made I was a kid,
With a disassembled disposable razor I stole my dad,
When I thought that was something profound,
weighed down wise heads,
And not just to be avoided,
normal people dread.

goddammit, Amy,
Well of I've changed.
all the things that I've done and the places I've been,
I'd be a if I had stayed the same.

You're back where we started,
You haven't at all.
Yeah you're still trying to live a kid,
Like you always have it all.

You you kinda remind me of scars on my arms,
I hid, as best I could.
That I covered with ink, but in the right of light,
They bleed through,
Showing that there are some things that I just change,
No what I do.

The tale signs of being used,
Of trapped inside of you.

a beautiful butterfly,
Burned a branding iron,
my outsides,
my insides.

As a simple sign, to show off ownership.
Burned into my skin,
my outsides,
my insides.

It's not even anymore,
It's a claim upon my soul.
It's stains my skin, yeah, and on my breath,
And I'm to get undressed,
In front of in case they see,
The tale signs that you have left all over me.

But Amy,
You'll always me of scars on my arms,
That I know never fade.
And it's not like it's something I think about and every day.
I just occasionally catch myself at them,
As if they'd go away.

But these tell tale signs are to stay.
And in the end you know okay.
Cos you will be a part,
Of my up patchwork taped up tape deck heart.