Luyện nghe bài hát The Art of Suicide

The art of suicide, and hair
Curls every which-way
The fate too pure to hide, of sighs
to conceal lover's lies

Under the of moonlight and sky
Suddenly easy to why

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

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

The art of suicide,pretty and
Conveys a scene
Alas, gone she cried, ankles displayed
Melodramatically

Under the of moonlight and sky
Suddenly to contemplate why

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

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

Why live a
That's with pity and sadness and strife?
Why a dream
That's tainted with trouble and less it seems?

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

Life is not like a gloomy
With a second ending where the are disturbed
Well, should be disturbed
there's a story that ought to be heard

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

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