Luyện nghe bài hát The Art of Suicide

The art of suicide, and hair
Curls flying which-way
The fate too pure to hide, bridges of
Meant to lover's lies

Under the arches of and sky
easy to contemplate why

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

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

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

Under the of moonlight and sky
Suddenly easy to why

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

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

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

Why bothering
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 second ending the people are disturbed
Well, they be disturbed
Because a story that ought to be heard

Life is not like a gloomy
a second ending where the people are disturbed
Well, should 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 don't need any
The is full of lovers, we don't need any more