Luyện nghe bài hát Pride and the Pallor

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

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

Yeah, and his family always on parade
Tearing through the turnstiles, charade
But will tell as their world crumbles to hell

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

Junior resented the they upheld
And it ate him up inside every day
Silence was golden and kept him to his word
So bewildered he finally ran away

Oh, obligations cease
of the ways to give his soul some peace

Yeah, Papa and his always on parade
Passing the turnstiles, weekender's charade
But time will as their world crumbles to hell

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

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

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

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

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

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