Luyện nghe bài hát The Martyr

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

baby, don't cry...
Your are only alibis
To prove you still --
You only feel for yourself
Well, get on that
That's all you're for...

The

And thusly it
Depression in on a lonely messiah
Now he drinks the lepers
Losing a limb, his half
A glass once full
A hung half-mast
He claims the victim
Strangled by the
And a of stillness
That haunted still life

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

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