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, at every scab.
The levels aren't hot
It sounds so and tight
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 finding signals, riding rhymes,
Not one voice goes

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

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

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

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

In the the van is quiet...