Luyện nghe bài hát Those Clothes

You ain't nothing the book I'm reading now
'Cause every time I turn a I can't put you down
In my pocket when I around but baby please don't make a sound
I'll call you I want you to

And I'm just listening to your voice each time you
'Cause I let your story speak a single law
I dress you up, write your history
Make you your friends you miss me when I'm gone

But you don't wear clothes
And you just ain't but a voice I chose
So I I'll leave you blowing smoke rings out your window
'Cause me I'm searching for

Burning teeth, I'm pistols at my chest cause I can't breathe
And I might be tricking you but girl I sure tricking me
And this is something I should see because I need to
Is there more to you me?

It ain't you and it me
Well it's but the papers bens and fashion magazines
It you
And it me
it's nothing but the papers, pens, and fashion
I a generous ration in my glass
You're the match and it's but the gasoline

If you tell me I won't hear you
If you don't ask never know
So for now both pretend to
But it ain't gonna grow