Luyện nghe bài hát When I Hang Up

Can you tell that wrong?
I've of felt it all along
I try to pick my brain, pretend I'm sane
But can you tell something's wrong?

I'm waking up to bad
And growing numb to all the
'Cause when I go
I my head every day
Waking up to bad

My is the telephone under the streetlight, most nights.
And I've grown with these moments alone that a lifetime
I hang up.

I seem to choke on every
And bite my on every verse
I try to the page, move on to better days
But still I choke on word

My is the telephone under the streetlight, most nights
And I've grown these moments alone that last a lifetime
I hang up

My home is the telephone under the streetlight, nights.
If I let go of these burdens I hone, lose a lifetime
When I up

Can you tell something's wrong?
I've kind of felt it all
I try to pick my brain, that I'm sane
But can you tell something's wrong?

My home is the telephone under the streetlight, most
And I've grown with these moments alone last a lifetime
I hang up

My home is the telephone under the streetlight, nights
If I let go of these burdens I
lose a lifetime
When I up
I hang up

I try to pick my brain, pretend I'm sane
When I up.