Luyện nghe bài hát Only the Young Die Good

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

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

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

But everyday is enough
Socks tucked in the of your guts
of which blaze in your eyes
Jesus, I'm drunk on spirit tonight

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

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

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

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

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

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