Luyện nghe bài hát Those Clothes

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

And I'm just listening to your voice time you talk
'Cause I won't let story speak a single law
I dress you up, I'll write history
you tell your friends you miss me when I'm gone

But you wear those clothes
And you just nothing but a voice I chose
So I think I'll leave you blowing smoke out your window
'Cause me I'm searching for

Burning teeth, I'm pointing at my chest cause I can't breathe
And I might be tricking you but I sure ain't tricking me
And this is something I see through because I need to
Is there to you than me?

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

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