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 band
She says, literally, music is the air she breathes
And the make me want to fucking scream
I if she even knows what that word means
Well, it's literally not

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

Oh my God, I swear this never
Lately, I can't stop the from spinning
I feel so
When I fumble with her

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