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 pain hurt,
You should mean to me by now,
just heartbreak in a short skirt.

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

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

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

You you kinda remind me of scars on my arms,
I hid, as best I could.
That I with ink, but in the right kind of light,
still 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.

You're a 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 love anymore,
It's a claim upon 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 signs that you have left all me.

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

But these tale signs 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.