Luyện nghe bài hát Sic Transit Gloria...Glory Fades

Keep the low, she doesn't wanna blow it
head to toe
While your left hand does the me around'
Quickens your
It beats me up to the ground

You don't recover from a night like
A victim, lying in bed, completely motionless
A hand moves in the dark to a
Hear a boy bracing tight against
Barely whisper, "This is so up"

Upon arrival the had all stared
Dripping wet and clearly
headed straight for the stairs
No cool, but a boy in a stitch
for a life full of lies and failing relationships

He keeps his low, he doesn't wanna blow it
He's wet head to toe and
His give her the up and the down
His turns and he thinks of throwing up
But the body on the bed beckons
And he starts up

The fever, the
The that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell
Die young and yourself
The tickle, the of
It used to be the I breathed but now it's choking me up
Die and save yourself

She hits the lights, doesn't seem quite fair
Despite of everything he learned from his
He feel so prepared
She's breathing quiet and
He's for air

"This is the first and time," he says
She fakes a smile and presses her hips his
He keeps his hands down at his sides
He's back from telling her
Exactly what it feels like

He is the lamb, she is the
She's moving way too fast and all he was to hold her
Nothing that he tells her's really an effect
He that he loves her
But she's probably looking for

So much more than he ever give
A life of lies and a meaningful relationship
He keeps his hands pinned at his sides
He for it to end
And for the aching in his to subside

The fever, the
The reasons that I had to believe you too hard to sell
Die young and save
The tickle, the of
It used to be the I breathed but now it's choking me up
Die and save yourself

Up the stairs, the station
The act becomes the art of up

The fever, the
The reasons that I had to you weren't too hard to sell
Die young and save
The tickle, the of
It used to be the reason I but now it's choking me up
Die and save yourself