Luyện nghe bài hát Telltale Signs

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

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

You remind me of scars on my arms,
That I made I was a kid,
With a disassembled disposable razor I stole my dad,
When I that suffering was something profound,
That weighed down 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.

You're back where we started,
You changed at all.
you're still trying to live like a kid,
Like you could have it all.

You know you kinda remind me of on my arms,
That I hid, as I could.
That I covered with ink, but in the kind of light,
They still through,
Showing that are some things that I just cannot change,
No what I do.

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

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

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

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

But Amy,
You'll always remind me of on my arms,
That I know will 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 these tell tale are here to stay.
And in the end you know okay.
Cos you will be a part,
Of my patched up taped up tape deck heart.