Luyện nghe bài hát Live Hurts More Than Death

... And he was long
For this season much too
He have hung even longer
But he was cut off the
It was everybody
to hang them selves
Oh, yes, my boy
It was not a year

... And she on the gas
With her little trembling
And since she was quite
the oven she did creep
I knew there's something
She did not the phone
Oh, yeah, my girl
I should have come then

You really me down
The next never come
I won't tell you: see you
The next will never come...

... And she shot him in the
She was sensitive
She could not put up it
When away swinging her
I had not it
And as always, I say:
Had I been three, babe
You could be