Luyện nghe bài hát The Night Josh Tillman Came to Our Apt.

Oh, I love the kind of woman who can walk over a man
I mean a god damn marching band
She says, literally, music is the air she breathes
And the malaprops make me to fucking scream
I wonder if she even knows what that word
Well, it's literally not

Of the few main things I about her, one's her petty, vogue ideas
Someone's been told too many times beyond their years
By half-wit of distinction she keeps around
And now every convo
Features her patiently the cosmos
Of she's in the middle

Oh my God, I this never happens
Lately, I can't the wheels from spinning
I so unconvincing
When I with her buttons

She blames her excess on my influence but gladly Hoovers all my
I found her naked with her friend in the tub
We "Silent Night" in three parts which was fun
Til she said she sounds just like Sarah Vaughan
I hate that soulful white girls put on
Why don't you to the Delta?
I obliged later on when you me to choke ya