Luyện nghe bài hát In The Red

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

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

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

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

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

In the the van is quiet...