Luyện nghe bài hát In The Red

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

Crumbling under all the of critics, judges, mentors,
off the cart
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 inconsequential so over,
all over,
Hoped the Greyhound roll over
Down into the drink and the would block the streets for miles

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

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

In the the van is quiet...