Luyện nghe bài hát The Martyr

And so it's
This is one
The of a child in the form of a man
in towel
out on the floor
These drunken -- graces deflowered
Cast 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 cross
That's all you're for...

The

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

Your are only alibis
To you still feel
You only sorry for yourself
And how you thrive
Your sorrow's your
So write sad song about me
Screaming your agonies, the saint

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