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

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

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

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

She blames her excess on my influence but gladly Hoovers all my
I her naked with her best 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 affectation girls put on
Why don't you move to the
I obliged later on you begged me to choke ya