Luyện nghe bài hát The Martyr

And so it's
is year one
The birth of a in the form of a man
in towel
Passed out on the
These hours -- graces deflowered
down by an angel
She used to kiss his weeping
Depressed in her
roll off her nipple

Sweet baby, cry...
Your are only alibis
To prove you still --
You feel sorry for yourself
Well, get on cross
That's all you're for...

The

And it ends
seeps in on a lonely messiah
Now he drinks the lepers
Losing a limb, his better
A glass half full
A hung half-mast
He claims he's the
Strangled by the
And a of stillness
That haunted still life

Your tears are only
To prove you feel
You only feel for yourself
And how you thrive
Your your goldmine
So write some sad song me
Screaming your agonies, the saint

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