Luyện nghe bài hát Telltale Signs

Goddammit Amy, we're not anymore.
You can't just keep out of my life,
Leaving on my bedroom floor.

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

You remind me of scars on my arms,
I made when I was a kid,
With a disassembled disposable razor I stole my dad,
When I thought suffering 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 and the places I've 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 have it all.

You know you remind 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,
Showing that there are some that I just cannot change,
No what I do.

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

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

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

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

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

But these tell tale signs are 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.