Luyện nghe bài hát Telltale Signs

Goddammit Amy, we're not anymore.
You can't just waltzing out of my life,
Leaving clothes on my floor.

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

You kinda remind me of on my arms,
That I made I was a kid,
a disassembled disposable razor I stole from my dad,
When I that suffering was something profound,
weighed down wise heads,
And not just to be avoided,
normal people dread.

goddammit, Amy,
Well of I've changed.
With all the that I've done and the places I've been,
I'd be a if I had stayed the same.

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

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

The tell signs of being used,
Of being inside of you.

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

As a simple sign, to show off ownership.
Burned into my skin,
my outsides,
my insides.

It's not even anymore,
It's a claim upon my soul.
It's stains my skin, yeah, and on my breath,
And I'm to get undressed,
In front of in case they see,
The tell tale signs that you have left all me.

But Amy,
You'll always me of scars on my arms,
That I know never fade.
And not like it's something I think about each and every day.
I just catch myself scratching at them,
As if they'd go away.

But these tell tale signs are to stay.
And in the end you know okay.
Cos you always be a part,
Of my up patchwork taped up tape deck heart.