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 the 'show me around'
Quickens heartbeat
It beats me straight up to the

You don't recover from a like this
A victim, still in bed, completely motionless
A hand moves in the to a zipper
Hear a boy bracing against sheets
whisper, "This is so messed up"

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

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

The fever, the
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too 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

She hits the lights, this doesn't seem fair
Despite of he learned from 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 presses her hips his
He keeps his hands down at his sides
holding back from telling her
Exactly it really feels like

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

So much more he could ever give
A life free of lies and a meaningful
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 that I had to believe you weren't too hard to
Die and save yourself
The tickle, the of
It used to be the reason I but now it's choking me up
Die and save yourself

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

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