Luyện nghe bài hát Only the Young Die Good

Waste of a face never yours for the
Slapped across head
with what little time remained
Set out to it

Yonder would break days plump thunder
Of new and morn
Hours spill, souring still
Despite our adornments for

But all in time
You before the light
So soaked in
It dries your will to

But everyday is never
tucked in the folds of your guts
Contents of which blaze in eyes
Jesus, I'm on this spirit tonight

If only the good die young
I'd pray your corruption
like a thief in the night
Right I'd my right eye right out

If only the ones die young
I'd your corruption comes
Swift like a thief in the
I'd pluck my right eye right out

Yanked from your what ominous portent
Dangles in face
Rife sprites falling on knives
Crowd into gaze

Well sight is a sense and in your
What I might to
The manner in which you what you clutch
Or the way the wind touches you

If the good ones die young
I'd your corruption comes
Swift a thief in the night
I'd pluck my right eye right out

If the young ones die good
I'd pray your corruption
like a slit in the wrist
Hack the hands, redeem the