Luyện nghe bài hát Telltale Signs

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

nothing really matters,
Like pain hurt,
You should mean to me by now,
Than heartbreak 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 suffering was something profound,
That down wise heads,
And not something to be avoided,
Something normal dread.

goddammit, Amy,
Well of course changed.
With all the things I've done 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 trying to live like a kid,
Like you always 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,
that there are some things that I just cannot change,
No what I do.

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

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

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

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

But Amy,
You'll always remind me of on my arms,
That I know never fade.
And not like it's something 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 always be a part,
Of my patched up patchwork taped up deck heart.