Luyện nghe bài hát Only the Young Die Good

Waste of a face yours for the keeping
Slapped across head
Then with what little time
Set out to it

Yonder would break plump with thunder
Of new and glorious
would spill, souring still
Despite our for them

But all in good
You break the light
So in wine
It your will to fight

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

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

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

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

Well sight is a sense and in defense
I might liken to
The manner in which you what you clutch
Or the way that the touches you

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

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