Luyện nghe bài hát The Martyr

And so begun
is year one
The birth of a child in the of a man
in towel
Passed out on the
drunken hours -- graces deflowered
Cast by an angel
She used to kiss his eyes
Depressed in her
Tears roll off her

Sweet baby, cry...
Your are only alibis
To you still feel --
You only feel sorry for
Well, get on cross
That's all good 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 head half-mast
He claims he's the
Strangled by the
And a of stillness
That haunted this still

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

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