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
These drunken -- graces deflowered
Cast down by an
She used to kiss his weeping
in her bosom
Tears roll off her

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

The

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

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

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