Luyện nghe bài hát Only the Young Die Good

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well sight is a sense and in defense
What I liken to
The manner in which you touch you clutch
Or the way that the wind you

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

If only the young die good
I'd pray your would
Slip like a slit in the
the hands, redeem the rest