Luyện nghe bài hát A Good Reason To Grow Old

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

Hell on earth and Hate to face me
Stuck into each of my eyes
And a drunken thumbed
to the constant cry

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

Rapture and brought me dancing
Lit up every last every last life
In the of everything
The death I have expired

Bitterness and Loss caught me
Asked why my expression had
After years in company
They'd see the look on my face

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

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

How she murders thought

Plunges a knife into the in my life

How she morbid thought

Plunges a knife into the suicide that borne

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