Luyện nghe bài hát Telltale Signs

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

Like really matters,
Like pain hurt,
You should more to me by now,
Than just in a short skirt.

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

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

You're back where we started,
You changed at all.
Yeah still trying to live like a kid,
Like you could 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 kind of light,
They still through,
Showing that there are things that I just cannot change,
No what I do.

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

You're a butterfly,
Burned with a iron,
my outsides,
my insides.

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

It's not even anymore,
It's just a 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 tell tale signs that you have left all me.

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

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