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

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

Under the arches of and sky
Suddenly easy to why

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

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

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

Under the arches of and sky
Suddenly easy to why

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

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

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

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

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