Luyện nghe bài hát A Good Reason To Grow Old

Good grief and Grace their backs to me
Push shovels into the cold
In a second
They gave up on awful toil

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

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

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

Bitterness and Loss me laughing
Asked why my expression had
After in such company
They'd never see the 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 drown in the
Not
I've finally found a good reason to grow old
Good to...

How she morbid thought

Plunges a knife into the suicide in my

How she murders thought

Plunges a knife into the suicide that borne

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