Luyện nghe bài hát The Art of Suicide

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

Under the of moonlight and sky
Suddenly to contemplate why

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

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

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

Under the arches of and sky
Suddenly easy to why

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

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

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

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

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

Life is not like a Sunday
With a second where the people are disturbed
Well, they should be
Because a lesson that really ought to be learned

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