Luyện nghe bài hát 3.2 Red Dog

(one of nights
beer, cold women
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
cut loose at the front door,
got dirty socks, I'm on the
and is what I hunt for
Driftin in and out of conversations I know nothing
Fuck your topics, I come to see you
But yo I'm here, might as well make the worst of this warm shitty
and I'm it, and cursin it
I'm sick of it, but still grippin it and it
Hopin it'll dull the pain of the of your lips flippin' shit
So here I sit, inside my
I don't a single motherfucker here,
but maybe my fear
Pull out my and let go
cep,
Not so pleased to you,
and I hate

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