Luyện nghe bài hát If These Walls Could Talk

Back and forth, forth and I keep pacing.
I stay the same while this world changing.
I try to run but walls got me caged in.
Is it real or just my

Back and forth, and back I keep pacing.
I stay the same while this world changing.
I try to run but walls got me caged in.
Is it real or my imagination?

Sometimes I if these walls know my deepest secrets,
from I love, to who I fall asleep with.
Can they see my sadness, my madness,
or that of porno magazines underneath my matress?
Can they hear my breathing, or my leaving?
Sneaking out my window I'm tired of my parents screaming.
Louder than playing with a symphony.
Louder than crowds in the eighties for Tiffany.
I feel secluded, my thoughts polluted.
So I to music ''cause I think it's therapuetic, and,
this whole world can hate or me, or think i'm ugly,
unlike my friends these walls wont judge me.
These walls betray me, these walls are like my safety.
But sometimes I feel these walls drive me crazy.
They me or chase me by myself.
''cause if these walls see everything, why the fuck don't help?

If these could talk they'd say,
I was so damn lonely.
It like no one knows me.
These keep closing on me.
If these walls could talk say,
I was so damn lonely.
It like no one knows me.
walls keep closing on me.

These walls are my leviathan, my cage, my den.
I'm feeling trapped, strapped to this bed that I'm in.
I can't truth so I grab hold of my blanket,
the cracks on the ceiling for my own entertainment.
And this order, it feels post mortem, shit,
I'd rather my pumpkin smashed by Billy Corgan.
''cause these walls watch me asleep and wake up,
they've my first kiss, they've seen my parents break up.
They've seen how I like to make sure my door shut.
sometimes I like my privacy it you'd see inside of me,
and fall to pieces clothes with a bad seamstress.
walls are my diary, my notepad, my Jesus.
A of scenery is really all I need.
these walls are closing in and it's hard for me to breathe.
It's for me to leave but not hard for me to fall.
I don't wanna become another brick in the wall.

If these walls talk they'd say,
I was so damn lonely.
It feels no one knows me
walls keep closing on me.
If these walls could talk say,
that I was so lonely.
It feels no one knows me
These walls keep on me.

Back and forth, and back I keep pacing.
I stay the same while world keeps changing.
I try to run but walls got me caged in.
Is it or just my imagination?
Back and forth, forth and back I pacing.
I stay the same while this keeps changing.
I try to run but these got me caged in.
Is it real or my imagination?

If these could talk they'd say,
I was so damn lonely.
It feels like no one me.
These walls keep on me.
If these walls could talk say,
I was so damn lonely.
It like no one knows me.
These walls closing on me.
If these walls talk they'd say,
that I was so lonely.
It feels no one knows me.
These keep closing on me.
If these walls could talk say,
that I was so lonely.
It feels like no one me.
These walls closing on me.