Luyện nghe bài hát The Martyr

And so begun
This is one
The of a child in the form of a man
in towel
Passed out on the
These hours -- graces deflowered
down by an angel
She to kiss his weeping eyes
in her bosom
Tears off her nipple

baby, don't cry...
Your tears are alibis
To prove you feel --
You only feel sorry for
Well, get on cross
That's all good for...

The

And it ends
Depression in on a lonely messiah
Now he drinks the lepers
Losing a limb, his half
A glass once full
A head hung
He he's the victim
by the nine-to-five
And a pattern of
That this still life

Your tears are only
To prove you feel
You feel sorry for yourself
And that's how you
Your your goldmine
So write some sad song me
Screaming your agonies, playing the

The Martyr...
The Martyr...
The Martyr...
The Martyr...
The Martyr...
Oh....