Luyện nghe bài hát Telltale Signs

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

Like nothing matters,
Like pain hurt,
You should mean to me by now,
Than just in a short skirt.

You remind me of scars on my arms,
That I made I was a kid,
With a disassembled disposable razor I from my dad,
When I that suffering was something profound,
weighed down wise heads,
And not something to be avoided,
Something people dread.

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

You're 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 remind me of scars on my arms,
That I hid, as I could.
That I covered with ink, but in the kind of light,
still bleed through,
Showing that are some things that I just cannot change,
No matter I do.

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

You're a 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,
It's a claim upon my soul.
It's 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 that you have left all me.

But Amy,
You'll remind me of scars on my arms,
I know will never fade.
And it's not like something I think about each and every day.
I just occasionally myself 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 always be a part,
Of my up patchwork taped up tape deck heart.