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 tide
and flushes him . . . The sheets are stained;
alone and unfulfilled. A cleaning bill. The
dream was before he kissed her--now he's
the alarm. But she teases from the T.V.--
spreas her in magazines. She steams his
collar, she dusts his shelf, she his hair. She's
never there . . . There's just the letter one-way
the says "No way!" But he'll search and
he'll find her even if he has to tie her . . . (He'd
the ground she walks on . . .)