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
Meant to conceal lover's

Under the arches of and sky
easy to contemplate why

Why, why a life
painted with pity and sadness and strife?
Why a dream
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?

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

Under the of moonlight and sky
Suddenly to contemplate why

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

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

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

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

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

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

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