Luyện nghe bài hát The Martyr

And so begun
This is one
The of a child in the form of a man
Wrapped in
Passed out on the
These hours -- graces deflowered
down by an angel
She used to kiss his weeping
Depressed in her
Tears off her nipple

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

The

And it ends
Depression seeps in on a messiah
Now he with the lepers
Losing a limb, his better
A glass once full
A head half-mast
He claims he's the
Strangled by the
And a of stillness
haunted this still life

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

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