Luyện nghe bài hát In The Red

There's so much that i understand
So i lay and analyze the night
I have popped every pock, picked at scab.
The levels hot enough
It sounds so and tight
Faster than a from the chamber
From hotel beds "I love you" to strangers,
No what it meant, no matter what's implied,
I keep wasting all my finding signals, riding 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 are inconsequential so it's over,
all over,
Hoped the would 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 sunlit, show-less, hapless town
The spell I'm under blankets ear
Swelled up getting quicker so,
I pages to remember where i left off.

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

In the the van is quiet...