Luyện nghe bài hát End

Now come one come all to this tragic
Wipe off makeup, what's in is despair
So throw on the black dress, mix in the lot
You might wake up and notice you're someone not

If you look in the mirror and like what you see
You can find out firsthand what like to be me
So gather 'round and kiss this goodbye
I'd encourage your smiles expect you won't cry

Another contusion, my jag
Here's my resignation, I'll it in drag
You've got front row to the penitence ball
When I grow up I to be nothing at all!

I yeah, yeah!
I yeah, yeah!

Come on, Come on, Come on I
(Save me!) Get me the hell out of
(Save me!) Too young to die and my
(You can't!) If you can hear me just walk and
(Take me!)