Luyện nghe bài hát Pride and the Pallor

Papa had a wife and kids, he kept them on a
And he bid all to do his every deed
When he was a kid, he was just the same
So he hid his feelings from his

as an island out at sea
Resistant to the gentle of empathy

Yeah, papa and his family always on
Tearing the turnstiles, weekender's charade
But time will tell as their world crumbles to

What they created was a family story no one tell
It's a photo album, too
But the pride and the continue to swell
As the matron prays

Junior resented the tradition they
And it ate him up inside most day
Silence was golden and they kept him to his
So bewildered when he ran away

Oh, obligations never
Oblivious of the ways to give his soul some

Yeah, and his family always on parade
through the turnstiles, weekender's charade
But time will tell as their world to hell

they created was a family story no one will tell
It's a album, too terrible
But the pride and the pallor to swell
As the matron silently

Get me out of here, someone's got to the day
The children are reminded to do it for their sake
And happiness is ever so far, far

Yeah, lost as an out at sea
Oblivious of the waves of empathy

Yeah, papa and his family on parade
through the turnstiles, weekender's charade
It's just a sick that fatherhood made
But time will tell as their crumbles to hell

What they created was a family story no one will
It's a album, too terrible
But the pride and the pallor to swell
As the matron silently

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