Luyện nghe bài hát Telltale Signs

Goddammit Amy, not kids anymore.
You can't just waltzing out of my life,
clothes on my bedroom floor.

Like really matters,
Like doesn't hurt,
You should more to me by now,
Than just 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 thought that was something profound,
That down wise heads,
And not just to be avoided,
normal people dread.

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

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

You know you remind me of scars on my arms,
I hid, as best I could.
That I with ink, but in the right kind of light,
They still through,
Showing that there are some things that I just change,
No matter I do.

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

a beautiful butterfly,
Burned with a iron,
my outsides,
my insides.

As a simple sign, to off your ownership.
into my naked 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 of strangers in case they see,
The tell tale signs you have left all over me.

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

But these tell signs are here to stay.
And in the end you that's okay.
Cos you will be a part,
Of my patched up taped up tape deck heart.