Luyện nghe bài hát The Art of Suicide

The art of suicide, and hair
Curls flying which-way
The too pure to hide, bridges of sighs
Meant to conceal lies

Under the arches of and sky
easy to contemplate why

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

Why bothering
Just for a or another 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
Melodramatically

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 with trouble and than it seems?

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

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

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

is not like a gloomy Sunday
With a ending where the people are disturbed
Well, they be disturbed
Because there's a story that ought to be

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

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