Luyện nghe bài hát In The Red

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

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

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

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

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

In the the van is quiet...