Luyện nghe bài hát A Good Reason To Grow Old

Good grief and Grace turn backs to me
shovels into the cold sand
In a pulse-racing
They up on their awful toil

on earth and Hate turn to face me
Stuck into each of my eyes
And a drunken stranger
Prepared to the cry

With my head in my hands, I to die alone
Now I've finally found a good to grow old
A good to...

Rapture and Love brought me
Lit up every last every heartbroken life
In the ecstasy of
The death I wanted expired

and Loss caught me laughing
Asked why my had changed
years in such company
They'd never see the look on my

With my in my hands, I resolved to die alone
Now I've found a good reason to grow old

I was ready to in the afterlife
Not
That I've finally found a reason to grow old
reason to...

How she murders thought

Plunges a knife the suicide in my life

How she murders morbid

Plunges a knife into the suicide I've borne

Turn back to the afterlife
Kick into the eyes of them all
Turn your back to the
Climb out of your hole