Luyện nghe bài hát Convertible

the sound of tearing might wake the up,
but how am i supposed to get you off me.
youve writing my own clichs,
and isnt it cute how makes everyone smile.
please help this man he looks nearly dead,
hacksaw in and a new convertible head.
"i had to something, or die trying."
this one last inevitably clich.
with irony seems to have left us both,
with one truth: "the beast cannot live host."
so without thought, sycophant.
i'll never believe you when you say ok.