Luyện nghe bài hát Maniac

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