Luyện nghe bài hát Hysterical

Here the newest apparition
To set to all the flowers
Now I should known it was you who would call
When vainly I escaped into the rapids
To your boat with a sign read get in and hold on.

Calls for
the weak
We should grow up

And so I hid behind the in the night
you woke to find me trembling like an emasculated dog
There is no sense in even to track the weather pattern
Is it better to leave than to hold on?

. . .

Let me out
Of the
Let me
I want to make my last

. . .