Luyện nghe bài hát Telltale Signs

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

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

You kinda me of scars on my arms,
That I made I was a kid,
With a disassembled disposable 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 changed at all.
Yeah still trying to live like a kid,
you could always have it all.

You know you remind me of scars on my arms,
I hid, as best I could.
That I with ink, but in the right kind of light,
They bleed through,
Showing that there are some things that I just 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 simple sign, to show off ownership.
Burned into my skin,
my outsides,
my insides.

It's not love 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 in case they see,
The tale signs that you have left all over me.

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

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