Luyện nghe bài hát Maniac

She's on his mind, on his wall. She's in the
corner of his eye. She sweet delerium. He
climbs inside and blushes as the crimson flows
and flushes him away . . . The are stained;
alone again and unfulfilled. A bill. The
dream was killed before he kissed her--now
the alarm. But she teases from the T.V.--
spreas her legs in magazines. She his
collar, she his shelf, she cuts his hair. She's
never there . . . There's just the letter while
the ansaphone says "No way!" But he'll and
he'll find her even if he has to tie her . . . (He'd
the ground she walks on . . .)