Luyện nghe bài hát 3.2 Red Dog

(one of those
warm beer, women
I don't fit in)

It goes 1, it 2, it goes
3-2 red dog in the
too much "person" in your "ality", the friction be
Should we continue with dialogue as I 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 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, as well make the worst of this warm shitty beer
and I'm nursin it, and it
I'm sick of it, but still grippin it and it
Hopin it'll the pain of the sight of your lips flippin' shit
So here I sit, inside my
I don't know a motherfucker here,
but maybe that's my
out my notebook 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)