Luyện nghe bài hát The Martyr

And so it's
This is one
The birth of a in the form of a man
in towel
Passed out on the
drunken hours -- graces deflowered
Cast down by an
She used to kiss his weeping
in her bosom
Tears roll off her

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

The

And thusly it
Depression in on a lonely messiah
Now he with the lepers
a limb, his better half
A glass once full
A head hung
He he's the victim
by the nine-to-five
And a of stillness
That haunted still life

Your are only alibis
To prove you feel
You only feel for yourself
And that's how you
Your your goldmine
So some sad song about me
Screaming your agonies, the saint

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