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

The art of suicide, nightgowns and
Curls every which-way
The fate too to hide, ridges of size
Meant to lover's lies

Under the of moonlight and sky
Suddenly easy to why

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

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

The art of suicide, and clean
Conveys a theatrical
Alas, gone she cried, veins displayed
Melodramatically

Under the of moonlight and sky
easy to contemplate why

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

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

Why live a
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 song to
Why a lie? Why live a lie?
Why live a lie? Why a lie?

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

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

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