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
Suddenly to contemplate why

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

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

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

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

Why a life
That's painted with pity and sadness and
Why dream a
tainted 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 Why live a lie?

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

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

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