Luyện nghe bài hát Only the Young Die Good

Waste of a face never for the keeping
across your head
Then with what little time
Set out to it

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

But all in good
You before the light
So soaked in
It dries will to fight

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

If only the good ones die
I'd pray your corruption
Swift like a in the night
I'd pluck my right eye right out

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

Yanked from your slumber ominous portent
Dangles in face
Rife with sprites on knives
into your gaze

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

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

If only the young ones die
I'd pray corruption would
Slip a slit in the wrist
Hack the hands, the rest