Luyện nghe bài hát Telltale Signs

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

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

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

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

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

You know you kinda me of scars on my arms,
That I hid, as I could.
I covered with ink, but in the right kind of light,
They bleed through,
that there are some things that I just cannot change,
No matter I do.

The tell signs of being used,
Of being 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 love anymore,
just a claim upon my soul.
It's my skin, yeah, and it's on my breath,
And I'm to get undressed,
In of strangers in case they see,
The tell tale signs that you have all over me.

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

But tell tale signs are here to stay.
And in the end you that's okay.
Cos you will be a part,
Of my patched up patchwork taped up tape heart.