Luyện nghe bài hát Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday

Just we are a speck in time
So follow your bliss and the beauty

I'll myself alone in a room
until the clock strikes noon
With a pen, a pill and some paper
And maybe I will write a sad
Or cliched poem
Of the the person I long to be

I wanna die Jim Morrison
A fuckin' star
I wanna die God, on the cover of time
a blink and its gone
So baby pour some fame in my
So kill the and destroy the beauty

I'll myself alone in a room
until the clock strikes noon
With just a pen, a pill and some
And maybe I will a sad song
Or another poem
Of the the that I long to be

blind
The
deafen
The ear
Flavors
The
weaken
The

I'll attack someone a switchblade knife
So that I can see pain
I choose to be a serial
'Cause the don't get any fame

I'll lock alone in a room
Drink until the strikes noon
With just a pen, a and some paper
And maybe I will a sad song
Or another cliched
Of the the that I long to be

Just know we are a speck in