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 really matters,
pain doesn't hurt,
You should more to me by now,
just heartbreak in a short skirt.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But Amy,
You'll remind me of scars on my arms,
That I know will fade.
And it's not like something I think about each and every day.
I occasionally catch myself scratching at them,
As if ever go away.

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