Luyện nghe bài hát 3.2 Red Dog

(one of nights
warm beer, cold
I just fit in)

It goes 1, it goes 2, it
3-2 red dog in the
too much "person" in "ality", the friction could be
Should we continue dialogue as I study these new faces
I would fix my laces, but the room place was
Shoes cut loose at the door,
got socks, I'm on the floor
and thoughts is what I for
Driftin in and out of conversations I nothing about
Fuck your topics, I didn't to see you
But yo I'm here, might as well make the of this warm shitty beer
and I'm nursin it, and it
I'm sick of it, but still it and sippin it
Hopin it'll dull the pain of the sight of lips flippin' shit
So I sit, inside my atmosphere
I know a single motherfucker here,
but maybe that's my
Pull out my and let go
cep,
Not so to meet you,
and I techno

I only came to see the girl lives here,
TW #11, cold women warm (x2)