Luyện nghe bài hát The Art of Suicide (Acoustic Version)

The art of suicide, and hair
Curls every which-way
The fate too pure to hide, of size
Meant to conceal lover's

the arches of moonlight and sky
Suddenly to contemplate why

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

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

The art of suicide, gritty and
Conveys a scene
Alas, I've gone she cried, displayed
Melodramatically

the arches of moonlight and sky
Suddenly to contemplate why

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

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

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

Why bother
Just for a poem or another sad 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, should be disturbed
Because there's a story that to be heard

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

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