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

Oh, I just love the kind of woman who can over a man
I mean like a god damn marching
She says, like literally, is the air she breathes
And the malaprops make me to fucking scream
I wonder if she even knows what that means
Well, literally not that

Of the few main things I hate her, one's her petty, vogue ideas
been told too many times they're beyond their years
By every of distinction she keeps around
And now every insufferable
Features her explaining the cosmos
Of she's in the middle

Oh my God, I swear this never
Lately, I can't stop the wheels spinning
I so unconvincing
When I fumble her buttons

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