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

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

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

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

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

Yanked from your slumber what portent
Dangles in your
Rife with sprites on knives
Crowd into gaze

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

If only the good ones die
I'd your corruption comes
Swift 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 in the wrist
Hack the hands, the rest