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
Passed out on the
These drunken -- graces deflowered
down by an angel
She to kiss his weeping eyes
Depressed in her
roll off her nipple

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

The

And it ends
Depression in on a lonely messiah
Now he drinks the lepers
a limb, his better half
A glass once full
A head half-mast
He he's the victim
Strangled by the
And a of stillness
That haunted this life

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

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