Luyện nghe bài hát In The Red

There's so much i don't understand
So i lay and analyze the night
I have popped pock, picked at every scab.
The levels aren't hot
It sounds so and tight
Faster a bullet from the chamber
From hotel beds "I love you" to strangers,
No what it meant, no matter what's implied,
I wasting all my time finding signals, riding rhymes,
Not one voice unaffected

Crumbling all the weight of critics, judges, mentors,
Falling off the
sunlit, show-less, hapless town,
In the winter, the van is quiet...

And crowded
The pen is
I'm on the napkin,
All of these thoughts are so it's over,
all over,
Hoped the Greyhound would roll
Down into the drink and the cops would block the streets for

under all the weight of critics, judges, mentors,
Falling off the cart sunlit, show-less, hapless town
The spell I'm under blankets ear
Swelled up breath getting so,
I pages to remember where i left off.

I hope we grown up
Before my mind out of tune,
I we grow up soon,
out lights go out

In the the van is quiet...