Luyện nghe bài hát The Art of Suicide

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

Under the arches of and sky
Suddenly to contemplate why

Why, why live a
That's with pity and sadness and strife?
Why dream a
That's tainted with 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
Conveys a theatrical
Alas, gone she cried, ankles displayed
laid

Under the of moonlight and sky
easy to contemplate why

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

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

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

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

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

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

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