Luyện nghe bài hát Only the Young Die Good

Waste of a never yours for the keeping
Slapped your head
Then what little time remained
Set out to it

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

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

But everyday is enough
Socks tucked in the folds of your
Contents of blaze in your eyes
Jesus, I'm drunk on this spirit

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

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

Yanked from your slumber what ominous
in your face
Rife sprites falling on knives
into your gaze

Well is a sense and in your defense
I might liken to
The manner in you touch what you clutch
Or the way the wind touches you

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