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

Keep the noise low, she doesn't wanna it
Shaking to toe
your left hand does the 'show me around'
Quickens heartbeat
It beats me up to the ground

You don't recover from a night this
A victim, lying in bed, completely motionless
A moves in the dark to a zipper
Hear a boy bracing tight sheets
whisper, "This is so messed up"

Upon the guests had all stared
Dripping wet and clearly
He'd straight for the stairs
No cool, but a boy in a stitch
Unprepared for a life full of and failing relationships

He keeps his hands low, he wanna blow it
He's wet head to toe and
His eyes her the up and the down
His turns and he thinks of throwing up
But the on the bed beckons forward
And he growing up

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

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

"This is the and last time," he says
She fakes a smile and her hips into his
He keeps his pinned down at his sides
He's holding from telling her
Exactly what it really like

He is the lamb, she is the
She's way too fast and all he wanted was to hold her
that he tells her's really having an effect
He whispers he loves her
But probably only looking for

So much than he could ever give
A life free of lies and a relationship
He keeps his pinned down at his sides
He for it to end
And for the aching in his guts to

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

Up the stairs, the station
The act the art of growing 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 breathed but now it's me up
Die young and save