Luyện nghe bài hát The Art of Suicide

The art of suicide, nightgowns and
Curls flying which-way
The too pure to hide, bridges of sighs
Meant to conceal lover's

Under the of moonlight and sky
easy to contemplate why

Why, why a life
That's painted pity and sadness and strife?
Why a dream
tainted with trouble and less than it seems?

Why bother
Just for a poem or another sad to sing?
Why live a lie? Why a lie?

The art of suicide,pretty and
a theatrical scene
Alas, gone she cried, ankles displayed
laid

Under the arches of and sky
Suddenly to contemplate why

Why, why live a
That's painted with pity and sadness and
Why a dream
That's with trouble and less than it seems?

Why bothering
Just for a or another sad song to sing?
Why a lie? Why live a lie?

Why a life
That's painted with and sadness and strife?
Why dream a
That's with trouble and less than it seems?

Why bothering
Just for a poem or sad song to sing?
Why live a lie? Why a lie?
Why live a lie? Why a lie?

Life is not like a Sunday
With a second where the people are disturbed
Well, they should be
Because there's a story ought to be heard

is not like a gloomy Sunday
With a ending where the people are disturbed
Well, they should be
Because there's a lesson that really to be learned

The is full of poets, we don't need any more
The world is full of singers, we need any more
The is full of lovers, we don't need any more